Francis pulled Park aside.
"I need a room," he said. "Somewhere in this building we can work for the next two hours without interruption."
Park spoke to one of the facility administrators still standing near the wall. The man, nervous, compliant, pointed to a door at the back of the bay. Break room. Park checked it and waved Francis over.
Francis gathered Colton, Jenna, and Reyes. They went in and closed the door.
The room had a table, six chairs, a coffee machine, and a whiteboard on the wall with a facility cleaning schedule still written on it. Francis erased it and picked up the marker.
"Cross is regrouping," he said. "We have hours, not days. Here is what he has available to him."
He wrote three things on the board.
Legal. Political. Direct.
"Legal is already moving," he said.
