*Levi*
"Intel has Christian pinned on the second floor," the tech's voice crackles sharply through the comms, urgency lacing every word. "Why the hell are you guys still loitering in the foyer?"
"Do you fancy a bullet dance up there while I'm lounging in the comfort of our van?" I snap back, frustration boiling over. "We're on our way!"
"Which way to him?" Jax demands, his voice a low rumble of impatience.
"Head to the west wing. He's in the room furthest from here," the tech advises, his tone clinical yet laced with tension. "Blueprints mark it as a den. Infrared's picking up a lot of activity in that corridor."
"Sounds like it's about to become a graveyard," Jax mutters with a dark promise in his voice.
As we navigate our way to the designated hallway, two things become starkly app
