I know the call is wrong before Lucien's face tells me.
I am watching him the way I watch everything from the peripheral awareness that has become second nature over seventeen days and I see the exact moment Constantin Marre speaks his own name. It is not fear that moves across Lucien's face. Fear is too simple for what I see. It is the recalibration of a man who has been operating on one map and has just been handed a different one, larger, with different borders.
I touch his arm. One question in my eyes.
He mouths the name.
I go very still.
Ninety four personnel are positioned in four approach vectors around a burned compound three minutes away. Reth is monitoring communications on the secondary channel. Marcus is coordinating the eastern approach. The operation is in motion, it doe
