The agent shakes his head.
“Bigger.”
That’s not what I wanted to hear.
“Then say it,” I tell him.
A pause.
Then—
“Extraction pipeline,” he says.
The words settle wrong.
“Extraction of what?” I ask.
His eyes flick to Aspen.
Then back to me.
“People,” he says. “Information. Assets.”
There’s that word again.
Assets.
I hate that word.
“And Tank?” I press.
The agent exhales slowly.
Then taps the screen.
A new image appears.
A name.
A face.
I don’t recognize it.
But the reaction behind me—
Aspen goes still.
“What is that?” I ask.
“That,” the agent says, “is who Tank was trying to bring in.”
My focus sharpens.
“Alive,” I add.
“Yes.”
I stare at the screen.