The face of Dr. Thorne disappeared, leaving the screen of the private terminal black. The safe house was filled with a suffocating silence.
The silence was finally broken by Draven.
"No," he said, the word a low rumble. "Absolutely not."
He hit his fist on the table, the BANG loud in the small room. "It's a trap. It is the most obvious trap I have ever seen in my entire life. He wants you alone? So he can stick a knife in your back and sell your body to Sterling as a peace offering."
Seraph, who had been standing with her arms crossed, nodded in agreement. "Draven is right. Thorne is a trapped animal. He is desperate and unpredictable. He tried to kill us all. To trust him now would be tactical suicide."
She looked at Jonah, her gaze sharp and unwavering. "What I suggest we do is that we send a strike team to those coordinates. We neutralize Thorne, and we end this threat for good. We do not talk to him. We do not negotiate with him. We eliminate him."
