The warehouse felt different this afternoon.
Ryan stood at the head of the long table, looking at the faces of the men who'd followed him for years. Forty of them packed into the space, their expressions ranging from grim determination to barely contained anticipation, they knew what tonight meant, what it had always meant.
Twenty years of preparation came down to this.
Matt spread a large blueprint across the table, his movements precise despite the tension radiating from his shoulders. "Jasper's headquarters," he announced, his finger tracing the layout. "Three floors, main entrance here, service entrance on the east side, emergency exits on each floor."
Kane leaned in closer, studying the diagram with sharp eyes. The other key men—Dann, Leo, Lee, and Chen, gathered around, committing every detail to memory.
