Ben’s POV
Greg came back downstairs with the laptops tucked under his arm, his heavy footsteps thudding against the hardwood stairs. He had a fierce, unblinking determination in his hazel eyes.
He dumped my laptop and his own sticker-covered machine onto the dining table. We pulled out chairs, set up our power cables, and got cracking. I booted up my laptop, rubbing my exhausted eyes as the adrenaline began to curdle into a dull ache.
"This could take a while, girls," I called out softly to Mari and Tiana, who were huddled on the living room sofa like two terrified teenagers. "Why don't you try and get some rest?"
"If it's going to be a long one, I'll stick the espresso machine on," Mari said, ignoring me. She stood up and headed for the kitchen. "We are going to need the caffeine."
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