The dinner was surprisingly quiet. A thick stew of root vegetables and tough meat sat on the table alongside a bottle of local wine. To any outsider, it looked like a normal, rustic meal, but the tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Torin barely ate, his eyes darting toward the windows every time the wind rattled the frames.
Once the meal was over, Ethan and his men retreated to their rooms. Jason met Ethan in the hallway, speaking in a low voice.
"The ground teams are on schedule. No reports of trouble from the perimeter. Everything is proceeding according to the plan, Boss," said Jason.
"Stay sharp. The air here feels like a trap waiting to spring," said Ethan.
