Elijah’s pov
The sound of the door slamming shut behind the team still echoed in my head as I sat there, leg propped up on a rusty hospital bed in this shithole of an abandoned clinic. Blood had soaked through the bandage Marcus had hastily wrapped around my thigh before heading out with the others.
"f**k this," I muttered, shifting my weight and wincing as pain shot up my leg.
Being left behind while everyone else got to storm the courthouse wasn't just annoying—it was f*****g humiliating. I'd caught a bullet two days ago during a simple recon mission that went sideways. Now I was stuck playing tech support instead of having Raven's back.
I wheeled my chair toward the monitors we'd set up. At least I could still be useful. My fingers flew across the keyboard, bypassing the courthouse
