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Really looks at me.
“You’re home,” he says.
Like nothing else just happened.
Like he didn’t just hand us everything.
I glance at Havoc.
His jaw is tight.
Eyes locked on me.
“You heard that,” I say.
“Yeah,” he replies.
“The barn.”
“Yeah.”
“The boards—”
“We’re starting there.”
Decision made.
Just like that.
The CIA agent steps forward.
“We’ll take point when we arrive—”
“No,” Havoc cuts in.
Again.
Always again.
The agent’s patience is wearing thin now.
“You don’t have jurisdiction—”
“I don’t care,” Havoc says.
The room tightens.
Again.
But this time?
It’s different.
Because now we all know what’s out there.
Because now we all know what we’re walking into.
“You want what’s on that land?” Havoc continues. “You follow my lead.”
