Chapter 31 Havoc
Havoc
We plan fast.
We always do.
We called in some favors and were able to get a plane.
Nevada lights up across the table—maps, coordinates, routes pulled from Tank’s files.
Blaze points to a cluster of marked locations.
“Distribution points,” he says.
Wolf nods.
“Movement routes, too. They’re running this like a military op.”
“They are,” I reply.
“Which means we hit the center.”
Ace leans back in his chair.
“Reno hub.”
Saint’s voice crackles through the speaker.
“I can get you a layout, but you’re not walking into that blind. This operation’s been running for years.”
“Not anymore,” I say.
Behind me, I hear movement.
I don’t turn.
But I know she’s there.
Aspen.
Listening.
Learning.
She steps closer.
“You’re leaving,” she says.
Not a question.
I glance at her.
“Yeah.”
Her jaw tightens.
“When?”
“Soon.”
“How long?”
“Don’t know yet.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Then—