The room is still charged when Alex pulls his phone out.
He calls Marco.
“Get back here,” Alex says.
And then he hangs up.
Max exhales quietly.
“That bad?”
A few minutes of thick tension pass, and then the front door opens, and Marco walks in.
He looks straight at Alex.
“I brought more men.”
Straight to the point.
That alone shifts the room.
Cassian straightens slightly.
“How many?”
Marco glances back toward the door.
“A lot.”
And then they start coming in.
One after the other.
Boots hitting the floor.
Armed.
Alert.
Disciplined.
Not just numbers, but highly trained men.
You can see it in the way they move.
The way they scan without drawing attention.
The way they naturally start taking positions without being told.
Max lets out a low breath.
“Okay.”
Francesco smi
