Chapter 23-A Crack In The Armor
Maya arrived at the conference room five minutes early and left the door open.
She set the recovery sequence on the table and opened her notebook to a clean page.
The afternoon light came through the window in a flat line.
She sat down and waited.
Alex walked in at the exact time and closed the door.
He looked more worn than usual. The set of his shoulders carried the weight of the previous night’s game and the short recovery window.
He sat across from her and looked at the sheet without picking it up.
“Keep it short,” he said.
“The sequence is the same length it has always been.”
“I am telling you I want it short.”
Maya slid the paper toward him. “Complete the rounds. We can discuss the length after.”
Alex started the first interval. His fo
