"Or…" Xavier said, reaching up and starting to peel the bandages off his face, fingers working at the edge. "They're also after the treasure."
The strip came loose slowly. Dried adhesive tugged at his skin, and he didn't bother hiding the discomfort. The vehicle kept moving, suspension whining beneath them as the desert slid past outside.
"That's possible," Klatos said. "But the timing doesn't line up."
Xavier tossed the bandage aside. "The prison was built fifteen years ago. Bull hid information about his stash long before that. Whatever's happening down there didn't start because of the prison."
Klatos nodded. "What's happening to my people didn't start recently either. This has been building for generations. Each wave just gets uglier."
"Still," Xavier said, pulling the rest of the bandages free, "they're moving faster now. More aggressive. Less patience. That usually means someone's rushing for something."
