The holding cell was a windowless room in a secured facility, its walls lined with soundproof padding. Claire sat on a metal chair, her hands cuffed to the table, her face pale but composed. Stone stood on the other side of the reinforced glass, his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on her.
"She hasn't said a word since we brought her in," Wrench said, appearing at his side. "She's just been sitting there, staring at the wall."
Stone nodded slowly. "She's waiting. She wants to see what we'll do."
Elena moved to his other side, her face pale. "Logan, we need to be careful. She's manipulative. She'll try to get inside your head."
Stone turned to her, his eyes cold. "I know. But she's also the only one who knows where the others are."
He moved to the door, his hand on the handle. "I'm going i
