The team dragged themselves back into the hideout, boots felt heavy and their clothes were stained with sweat and dust.
Crates hit the floor with dull thuds as everyone collapsed into chairs or leaned against walls, too exhausted to celebrate.
Cassandra stood near the table, arms crossed with that same detached look in her cold eyes. "It's still not enough," she said flatly. "Not until we can find exactly where his loot houses are."
Rook leaned heavily on the table, fingers drumming against the wood. "That's where Kurt comes in."
As if on cue, Kurt appeared from the kitchen doorway, throwing his arm around Rook's shoulders with a grin.
"Yup. That's where I come in." He handed Rook a beer and cracked one open for himself, taking a long pull.
Rook accepted the bottle and took a sip before setting it down carefully. "Thanks."
