“I'm not sure what we're doing right now.” Mara spoke in a low tone while her eyes were pointed in one direction.
Dave sighed softly. “Not everything can be understood easily. It needs to be broken down slowly until we know what it means.” He took a sip of the warm coffee in his cup.
It rained all night, like it had no intention of stopping. It hit the roof of the not-yet-completely-renovated headquarters, seeping through the cracks and pounding on the cracked concrete floor. In the living room-which temporarily functioned as a makeshift tactical, the whitish-blue glow of the monitor screen reflected on tired faces. Faces that, despite their fatigue, were still on guard.
Agatha sat back in an old chair that creaked every time she changed position. A gray blanket covered her body. The wo
