Roy came up the rooftop stairs in full combat gear, helmet off, his boots making almost no sound on the concrete. He reached the top, scanned the open space, and found Soren lying flat on his back in the middle of the roof, staring up at the sky with his arms spread wide like a man who had just survived something he had no business surviving.
Roy let out a short, cold sound through his nose.
"If this is the kind of work ethic your team brings to the table," he said, "I'd suggest you walk away from this contract now. At least you'd leave with your fee intact."
He hadn't been quiet coming up the stairs, but he'd been close to it. Most people wouldn't have heard him until he was already speaking. Soren had heard him three steps from the top. He'd simply chosen not to move, because for the
