Victor's POV
"The munitions factory is our best shot," I said, staring at the makeshift map we'd spread across an old filing cabinet. "But we need intel before we go rushing in."
Michael's eyes met mine, exhaustion lining his face. "What are you suggesting?"
I took a deep breath. "My old Commission safehouse. The one on Blackwell Street."
The room went quiet. Adrian looked up from where he was checking Elijah's bandages.
"You're talking about walking right into the lion's den," Costa said, his voice thick with disbelief.
"I know the security protocols. The blind spots. It's where they keep all their contingency plans." My fingers traced the route on the map. "And it's three blocks from here."
Michael shook his head. "Too risky."
"We're running out of options, Michael." I lowered my
