Anton Reves wants a meeting.
I sit with that over breakfast, actual breakfast, communal table, the compound's morning rhythm around us and I think about the man who stood in this operations room three days ago with his ownership expression and his suit jacket over tactical clothing and said goodbye to me with the specific finality of someone updating a file rather than releasing a person.
He is not a man who asks for meetings. He arranges them. He engineers circumstances that make meetings inevitable and then arrives having already decided the outcome. The fact that he is asking, the specific word the message used, asking is the first genuinely surprising thing Anton Reves has done since I ran.
"What does he want?" Marcus says. He is across the table with his coffee and the morning pape
