POV: Tristan
It was already 5 p.m. and the room felt heavier than it had ever been.
Everyone was back and looking serious.
Connor was leaning against the table.
Zaki had his laptop open, fingers already hovering over the keyboard.
Silas stood near the window with his arms crossed. He looked calm but alert.
Sami and Danny stood close together, both of them looking serious too.
And me?
I was barely holding it together.
I rested both hands on the table and looked at them.
“Okay… Connor,” I said, my voice low but firm. “You’re up. What do you have for me?”
Connor straightened slightly.
“I was able to get everything we’ll need for this mission,” he said. “Weapons, gear, backup routes just in case… everything. We’ll be fully equipped.”
I nodded once.
“Good.”
Then I turned.
“Zaki…
