Chapter 54
Damian
Cyclone’s laptop beeped again, sharp enough to cut through the tired haze hanging over the room. He straightened, his fingers flying across the keys, eyes narrowing as lines of code scrolled fast.
“Another one,” he muttered.
River leaned over his shoulder, arms folded tight. “Please tell me this isn’t just another empty warehouse.”
Cyclone shook his head. “No. This isn’t a single hit. She’s building something. See this?” He tapped the screen, excitement sharpening his voice. “It’s not just coordinates anymore. It’s a chain. She’s mapping the whole pipeline.”
Roger’s chair scraped back as he stood. “She’s confirming what we’ve been suspecting for months.”
I pushed off the wall, my chest tightening as I moved closer. The code meant nothing to me, but the pattern—the pattern screamed Morgan. I could almost hear her voice, calm and certain, piecing it all together.
“She’s risking herself,” I said quietly. “The more she digs, the closer she’s getting to Luthor’s fire.”
River let out a low whistle. “Damn, call her and demand she stops right now.”
I turned a sharp look on him, but he held up his hands. “Hey, no disrespect. Just saying—she’s in it deep. And maybe she’s the only reason we’re not still chasing ghosts.”
Cyclone clicked through a final screen and sat back, running a hand over his face. “She’s right. This isn’t random. There’s a hub on farmland outside the city, but it’s not the end. It’s the middle. Whatever’s beyond it… that’s where Luthor’s running his operation from.”
I clenched my fists, heat pushing through my veins. Morgan was supposed to be safe, tucked away with Ruby. Instead, she was unraveling the threads we couldn’t catch.
“Gear up,” I said. My voice came out rough, certain. “We follow her lead. And when this is over…” I paused, meeting each of their eyes in turn. “I’m going to have a long talk with Morgan about what it means to keep a promise.”
River smirked. “That’s one conversation I’d pay to see.”
“Shut it,” Roger muttered.
But I couldn’t shake the image burning in my head—Morgan at her desk, red light blinking on her recorder, whispering into the dark. She was pulling us closer to Luthor, yes. But she was also pulling herself further into danger.
And God help me, I wasn’t sure which scared me more.