"We're here," Finlay announced, killing the engine. His voice was smooth, but his grasp on the steering wheel spoke a different story altogether.
I nodded, staring at the structure in front of us. The place was buried deep in the middle of nowhere, with dense, dark forest all around it. Floodlights cast light along its metallic walls, through which long shadows stretched along the dirt road we came in on.
"It looks quiet," Madison said, peering through the windshield. "Too quiet."
Viktor smiled from the back seat. "They're waiting for us. The Broker doesn't do surprises; he's thorough, almost dull."
"He sounds so delightful," Finlay muttered, swinging his door open.
"Delightful? Hardly," Viktor said, stepping out of the car. "Respectable? Maybe. He's just always one step ahead. This t
