Chapter 86

The air inside the safe house was thick with tension, the only sound was the low hum of the old ceiling fan and the distant echo of sirens in the city. Aiden stood by the window, his hands gripping the edge of the table. The explosion at Maxwell's weapons cache had sent a clear message. 

Jayden leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "So, Carson gave us intel, we blew up Maxwell's supply, and now he's pissed." He let out a dark chuckle. "I'd say that was a pretty damn successful night."

Bard, seated across from him exhaled, "You're forgetting one thing. Maxwell doesn't lose." He tapped his fingers on the wooden table then added, "He adapts."

Amira, still bandaged from her last encounter with Maxwell's men, looked unimpressed. "So what? He finds another supplier, moves his operations underground for a while. We set him back, but we didn't end him."