Something passed between them in the silence that followed...not quite understanding, not quite acceptance, but something adjacent to both. The acknowledgment of two men who both understood what it meant to be willing to burn down the world for the people they loved.
Marcus's voice came from the front seat. "We have eyes on the Brooklyn facility. One of my people is doing a quiet perimeter run. Initial report....." He paused, listening to his earpiece. "Confirmed activity. Thermal imaging shows multiple heat signatures inside. At least three, possibly four. One is stationary and isolated from the others."
Aria.
The word landed in Damien's chest like a physical thing.
"How far out are we?" Alexander asked, his voice stripped to pure function.
"Fourteen minutes," Marcus said.
"And Harold's video?" Damien's jaw tightened.
Marcus turned slightly in his seat, his expression carefully controlled. "It came through forty minutes ago. I have it but I haven't...."
"Show me."
