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Havoc
We don’t wait until morning.
That’s the first rule.
You don’t let people who shoot at you disappear into the dark.
Ace gets the tire tracks before the dust settles.
Blaze pulls a partial plate from the camera feed.
Saint runs it in seconds.
“Got a hit,” his voice comes through the comms.
We gather in the living room.
Aspen stands near the doorway.
Dylan asleep on the couch.
Buddy at his feet.
“This is tied to the same shell company,” Saint continues.
“Reno-based.”
Nevada.
Again.
Wolf folds his arms.
“We have to get them. They shot the house; anyone could have been shot.”
“I know,” I say.
“They’re escalating.”
Aspen looks between us.
“What does that mean?”
I meet her eyes.
“It means they’re getting nervous.”
“About what?”
“The flash drive.”
The room goes quiet.
Because we all know what that means.
They’re not going to stop.
