Page 85 of Grim

He pulled up the satellite feed tied to the coordinates. Cold. Empty.

Then he overlaid thermal. The screen bloomed with heat signatures—multiple, human-sized.

Ledger’s voice dropped. “It lit up last night.”

Fish leaned closer. “That’s a lot of bodies for a dead yard.”

Stone exhaled. “It’s gotta be their compound.”

Grim’s voice was a low, lethal growl. “Sophia’s there.”

Ledger nodded once. “Whoever sent that fragment… they pointed us here.”

Stone straightened. “Church. Now.”

The patched members filed in, faces grim, cuts still stained with soot and blood. The room felt heavier than it ever had, like the walls themselves understood what was at stake.

Stone stood at the head of the table. “We have a location.”

Ledger projected the satellite image onto the wall. “Old industrial yard. Abandoned warehouses. Reapers have used it before for weapons drops and off-book meetings.”

Grim’s jaw flexed. “And now they’re using it to hold Sophia.”

Stone nodded. “We hit it hard. We hit it fast. We hit it smart.”

Havoc cracked his knuckles. “What’s the layout?”

Ledger pulled up a blueprint. “Six main structures. One central building with reinforced walls, likely where they’re keeping her.”

Rook leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Back up. That packet you pulled, the one that led you to this. You trust the source?”

Ledger didn’t flinch. “I don’t know the source.”

Rook’s voice sharpened. “Then how the hell do we know we’re not walking into a trap?”

Ledger tapped the screen, zooming in on the corrupted code fragment. “Because whoever sent this knew exactly what they were doing. The embedded coordinates match the thermal signatures. The timestamps align with Reaper movement patterns. And the code? It’s too clean to be theirs.”

Fish frowned. “So someone’s helping us.”

Ledger nodded once. “I don’t know why. I don’t know who. But the data is real. And it points here.”

Grim’s voice was ice. “Good enough.”

Stone shot him a warning look. “You’re not going in alone.”

Grim didn’t respond.

Stone continued. “We split into two teams. Havoc and Rook take the perimeter. Grim, you’re with me. We breach the main building.”

Grim’s eyes burned. “I’m going in first.”

Stone didn’t argue. “Fine. But you follow the plan.”

Grim didn’t promise anything.

Stone looked around the table, voice steady, commanding. “This isn’t just a rescue. This is a message. They came into our home. They took one of ours. They killed one of ours. We end this.”

A low rumble of agreement moved through the room, not loud and not shouted but deep and certain. A promise. The men nodded, faces hard.