The silence inside Reaper’s Bar lasted only a heartbeat.
Then the room exploded into motion.
“Lock the front.”
“Lights.”
“North windows.”
“Move.”
Orders flew across the room with practiced precision.
Nobody shouted.
Nobody panicked.
They simply moved.
Tables were pushed away from the windows.
Heavy wooden shutters folded into place over the front glass.
Ghost disappeared toward the back entrance with Hawk close behind.
Mason grabbed a set of keys from a hook near the office.
Within seconds, the warm neighborhood bar had transformed into something else entirely.
A fortress.
I stood frozen in the middle of the room.
Watching.
Trying to keep up.
The speed at which everyone reacted made one thing painfully clear.
They had prepared for this.
Reaper reached for another radio
