SEBASTIAN POV
The library was quiet.
Elijah sat across from my desk with a folder open on his knee,his cup of coffee untouched beside him. The expression on his face suggested the information was organised and ready;he was simply waiting for me to receive it.
I sat down.
“Speak,” I said.
He opened the folder.
“Three distribution points were confirmed in the south district. A new shipment came through the port two nights ago–different route,different contacts.
They have been rebuilding their plans since Kyle,”he paused. “They think we are not watching.”
“They have no idea what's coming for them.”
“And what is that?” Elijah asked.
I looked up.
“Me.”
“I want all three points hit at the same time,”I said. “Same night. Same hour. Hit them cold. No survivor at the distribution level
