Isabel POV
The room seemed to tilt as the image of Diego filled the monitors. Miguel froze beside me, his expression shifting from shock to a hard, cold rage.
"That's your brother?" I whispered.
Miguel didn't respond.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Gideon's voice broke through the tension. He stood at the console, his posture relaxed, as if we weren't moments away from chaos. "Diego's conviction has been an asset. Unlike you, Miguel, he understands the bigger picture."
Miguel leveled his weapon at Gideon. "Shut up."
Gideon didn't flinch. "Or what? You'll shoot me? Go ahead. But it won't stop him. He believes in this mission."
I stepped closer to Miguel, placing a hand on his arm. "Don't."
"Listen to her," Gideon said, his tone mocking. "You wouldn't want to make a scene in front of your brother."
The image on the monitors shifted, showing Diego's team moving through the building.
"They're coming here," I said.