I stood in the middle of the command center while everyone stared at the wall of files Casey had assembled and although every part of my body begged for sleep. I refused to let exhaustion pull me away because we were closer than we had ever been before.
The fingerprint match still filled the largest monitor, and nobody needed to explain what it meant anymore.
Asset Twelve was real. Not a rumor, not another dead end, someone had survived. Wayne rubbed the bridge of his nose before looking around the room.
"We've been at this for almost eighteen hours. I think we should stop here and come back with fresh eyes." Wayne said but I shook my head before he had even finished speaking.
"No." I said.
"Storm." He said.
"We keep going." I said.
"You need rest." He said.
"I need answers." I sai
