A Call To Action

Paige barely had time to process everything that had transpired between her and Clinton before her phone buzzed on the bedside table. The screen lit up with Gad's name, cutting through the lingering tension of the night. She inhaled deeply, steadying herself before answering.

"Gad," she said, her voice sharper than she intended. "What do you have for me?"

"Plenty, but none of it good," Gad replied without preamble, his tone serious. "I've been digging into Luis, like you asked, and cross-referencing his movements with the timeline. He's been keeping low, but I finally tracked his location. He's holed up in a warehouse near the docks."

Paige sat up straight, her pulse quickening. "You're sure it's him? No false leads this time?"