The night air was cold and sharp, carrying the scent of rain and diesel. Stone stood at the edge of the rooftop, his eyes fixed on the building across the street. It was a nondescript office tower, its windows dark, its lobby empty. But according to Sophia's intel, it was one of Edmund's safe houses.
"Four guards on the ground floor," the Handler said, his voice a low rumble. "Two on the roof. Internal security unknown."
Stone nodded slowly. "We go in through the roof. Take out the guards, secure the building, and find whatever's inside."
Elena moved to his side, her tablet glowing in the darkness. "I've been monitoring their communications. Edmund is expected to arrive within the hour. He's bringing something with him."
Stone turned to her. "What?"
"I don't know." Her voice was tight
