Declan's POV
I hit the field at six forty-five, which was forty-five minutes before anyone else was expected, and I ran drills alone until the first of my teammates showed up and had the good sense to read the air before they got anywhere near me.
Marcus was the first. He came through the gate with two coffees and stopped walking when he saw me, and I watched him do the calculation in real time.
He was a smart man, Marcus. It was one of the things I valued most about him, that he processed information quickly and acted accordingly. Right now, acting accordingly meant he stood where he was and watched me run the drill again before he said anything.
"Rough night?" he called.
"I'm fine," I said.
He nodded slowly, like he was filing the information away. He found a spot on the benc
