(Luke POV)
The clock ticked past six, when the office finally goes quiet. The last of Xavier's daily logs sits in front of me, scribbled, done. Julia's across the aisle, stacking her pile with a thud that says she's as beat as I am. Andrew's been off all day, holed up since our late-night plan, but that fire we sparked? It's still burning.
I stand, stretching hard, my back cracks, loud in the silence. "Day's over," I say, grabbing my jacket. "Let's get out, clear our heads."
Julia looks up, eyebrows raised. "Out?"
I nod, slinging the jacket over my shoulder. "Yeah, food, air, anything but here."
Andrew's door creaks open, he steps out, tie loose, eyes tired but sharp.
"Good idea," he says, grabbing his keys. He glances at Julia, pausing. "Go home, Hart. Rest."
She blinks, caught of
