"How many?" I ask, following Lily as the busy streets around us make me feel closed off. I feel as if the cars parked along the street, the people in business attire pushing against me, and the noise is all a prison. For all I know Zion would be blending in here, waiting for the right time to pounce.
"If I can remember correctly, there's about ten top warriors there around the clock," Lily informs, stopping in her tracks as we face a massive skyscraper.
Only two hours ago did we find the information upon Lillian Rice, and now, we stand in the city, about to enter Alpha Nixon's office about thirteen floors up. Drexel stands beside us, sunglasses on as he inspects our surroundings. The only reason I can come up with as to why he is helping is because Zion did something in his past. It take
