Martin's POV
The moment Eloise left, I went straight to the war room. That’s what we called the old study. The walls were lined with monitors. The shelves are full of dusty files, varieties of weapons, and boxes of history. Some of it was mine, most of it was inherited from the mess my father and uncle built together.
I stood in front of the blueprint pinned to the wall, the blueprint of Andrew’s estate. I had memorized that place long ago, but I traced my fingers over it again, locking in the route Eloise had mentioned. The back gate with hidden passage and no cameras.
I grabbed a marker and drew the path to the entry point, diversion, and retreat route. I’d need at least two men for backup. One at the gate and another to cover the car. We have to do this quietly, and quickly.
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