Knox
The shift happens in seconds.
One moment, the crew is scattered—sitting on workbenches, leaning against bikes, waiting for direction. The next, they're moving with purpose.
Hank's voice cuts through the shop floor. "Marcus, pull up satellite imagery of the location. Ray, I need vehicle assignments and comm checks. Bobbie, start mapping entry points."
The crew disperses immediately.
No questions. No hesitation.
This is what they do.
I watch Marcus pull out his laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard as he brings up aerial views of the industrial area. Ray's
already on his phone, coordinating with contacts who can get us clean vehicles—nothing traceable, nothing that'll draw attention.
Bobbie spreads a physical map across the main workbench, marking coordinates with a red p
