Chapter 25
In the afterward of that scream, foreboding buzzes throughout as resistance readies for a reckoning. In the middle of their make-shift ops center, Jack stood, notes and pens and maps being pushed in his direction, to which he affably nodded or hmm-ed. A hanging box now rests atop a miniature alter, an environment of decoding machinery that appears to pulse with its own life force.
Lydia, a sharp-featured woman whom Jack knows “They'll come looking for it.” The grim note in her tone is tinged with inevitability. "It's just a matter of time."
Elizabeth folded her arms, closing a look at the locket. 'Then we must be ready. Is there any headway in unscrambling it?
"Jack frowns. "What about the names? Targeted -- the people they are targeting
Daniel hesitated. (That part is mor
