His Battle Plan

Ollie Mylor was thinking, which was dangerous.

He wasn't particularly known for strategic brilliance under pressure, but right now, Ollie was desperate.

Because he had a plan.

A crazy yet currently inexplicable plan.

He wasn't planning to abandon the man next to him—far from it. But he did need to leave, just for a little while. He just couldn't explain how or why. Not without sounding completely insane.

Or blowing the lid off a very, very big secret.

And the guy already looked like he had enough problems.

Ollie glanced up at him—the tall, ridiculously well-dressed man whose features were now obscured by a flickering distortion field, the kind used by people who definitely weren't average citizens. Before the tech kicked in, Ollie had caught a brief glimpse of his face.

Not everything, with his limited point of view. But that alone was enough to tell.

The man was chiseled. Expensive.