**Marcus's POV**
The rental van was positioned three hundred yards from the Hamptons estate's main gate, close enough to monitor activity but far enough to avoid the media circus that had been camped there for three days. Through high-powered binoculars, I watched another delivery truck pass through the security checkpoint—the fifth one today.
Medical equipment, according to the manifest my contact at the shipping company had provided. Ventilators, monitoring devices, what looked like surgical instruments. Either they were setting up a full hospital inside that mansion, or they were preparing to keep Aloe Savage unconscious for a very long time.
My comm unit crackled with Blake's voice: "Status report."
"Heavy activity," I replied, adjusting the surveillance equipment I'd mounted in th
