"We are delivering it personally to the harbor tower at midnight," Rafael declared, standing up from his desk. "It is time to take the offensive directly to Drake's front door."
Jax looked up from his glowing terminal screen, his face pale under the fluorescent lights of the command room. "Going to Pier 42 yourself is suicide, boss. The police captain's communicator is tracked by their central dispatch."
"That is precisely why I am walking into their field of view," Rafael replied smoothly, adjusting the silver cufflinks on his dark coat. "A target who hides invites suspicion. A target who delivers stolen intelligence commands the room."
"I will assemble a tactical security unit to cover the perimeter," Kaelen offered, his hand resting instinctively on his concealed blade.
"No heav
