Adrian’s pov
I sat alone in the back of the van, methodically checking my pistol for the third time. The weight of it felt reassuring in my hands. Familiar. The sound of metal clicking into place echoed in the cramped space.
Costa's words still rang in my ears. "Then we talk. Like civilized criminals." The thought almost made me laugh. Nothing about this situation was civilized.
Michael slid the van door open, cold air rushing in. His face looked pale in the dim light, the bandage on his side visible beneath his jacket.
"Two minutes," he said, voice tight. "You ready?"
I nodded, holstering my weapon. "As I'll ever be."
The others gathered around—Elijah checking his comm device, Tiara adjusting her gloves, Sophia and Costa speaking in hushed tones. Enemies turned allies in the span of
