Vernon returned to the warehouse with one thing burning through his mind—reset.
To Theodore, he was already compromised. A malfunction. A flaw in the system. And in their world, flaws didn’t get corrected.
They got erased.
Vernon couldn’t let that verdict settle.
So he would erase the evidence first.
He moved straight to the surveillance room. The glow of monitors painted the walls in cold blue—feeds from every corner, every shadow accounted for. Bruno sat there, half-slouched, eyes scanning screens with mechanical patience.
Vernon didn’t waste time.
“We’re relocating,”
Bruno frowned, glancing over his shoulder. “Relocating… where?”
“Find a place no one from the cartel knows. Somewhere that doesn’t exist unless I say it does.”
That got his full attention.
Bruno turned in his c
