I sink into a chair. “Amazing what pain does.”
Serenity sits beside me. Not touching me. Not pulling away either.
Progress.
“Ettore’s not in D.C.,” Miff says. “He crossed into Jersey yesterday morning.”
That gets everyone’s attention.
“Can’t believe Aleksandr and Ettore risked their lives coming to Jersey. We have an army,” Serenity says.
“Seems they're driven by revenge,” I announce.
Miff nods. “Aleksandr said Ettore wants to finish this personally.”
My jaw tightens.
Good. Saves me a trip.
“Where?” Ritchie asks.
Miff pulls up drone footage. “Old shipping district in Elizabeth. Warehouse he’s using as temporary base.”
The screen shows rusted loading docks, abandoned shipping containers, chain-link fencing, and multiple access points.
Kicks whistles. “That place is a death trap.”
“Yep,” Miff agrees.
Serenity leans over the screen. “Too many sightlines.”
Catch nods. “Snipers could sit on three adjacent rooftops.”
“Not could,” I say. “Will.”
Angel studies the layout. “Main gate’s suicide.”
“Agreed,” Ritchie says.
Serenity taps the screen near the water access. “Boat route?”
Miff zooms in. “Possible.”
“No,” I say.
Everyone looks at me.
“Too obvious. If I were Ettore, I’d expect water access.”
Serenity crosses her arms. “So, what’s your brilliant idea?”
I stand and move to the map.
“Distraction at the front.”
“Meaning?” Angel asks.
“Kicks and Rémy create noise.”
