38
Havoc
We push into the back office.
Blaze kicks the door in.
Clear.
Computers.
Servers.
Hard drives stacked like gold.
Saint’s voice comes through immediately.
“Get me access.”
Wolf plugs in.
Screens flicker.
Data floods.
Routes.
Shipments.
Names.
Then—
I see something that stops me cold.
A file.
Marked.
GRAY — ACTIVE FILE
My blood runs cold.
“Pull that,” I say.
Saint hesitates.
“Uh… you’re gonna want to see this.”
The file opens.
Photos appear.
Recent.
Too recent.
Aspen.