Jax’s POV
I was in the command shack—a glorified shed with maps and a radio—going over the new security rotations with Grizz. The Aegis boys showing up at the water plant changed everything. They were a different kind of enemy. We needed tighter rules, fewer holes.
The door banged open without a knock. Tyler stood there, his face tight, eyes jumping from me to Grizz.
“We need to talk,” Tyler said. “Alone.”
Grizz didn’t move. He looked at me. I gave a slight nod. Grizz grunted, gathered his papers, and walked out, brushing past Tyler without a word. The door shut.
“What?” I asked, not looking up from the map.
“Why’s he always in here?” Tyler demanded, stepping further into the room. “Since when does Grizz make the calls on patrols? Isn’t that my job? Or did I miss the memo where I’m
