Jordan sighed, going back to tapping with his fingers. He was sitting backward in his chair, chin resting on the top of the backrest while his eyes switched from one screen to the other, then to the back of Mary’s head until his mind was screaming in annoyance.
It had been several hours since the others had left. He had jumped to a few of the bunkers to gather volunteers for the hunt of Damien and Ariana, or whatever the stupid names of the gods inside them were, but he had barely convinced a dozen people to help. He had left them burner phones so he could contact them if they got any leads, but they had all agreed it would be much safer for them to stay with the others instead of doing nothing at the base.
And Mary…she had stayed glued to the screens, of course. He could only make her e
