STORM POV
The clubhouse had barely settled after recovering Talia and nobody relaxed because every victory seemed to uncover another problem waiting behind it.
I walked into the meeting room carrying two mugs of coffee while Casey stared at six different computer screens and Drake quietly updated another map of the compound.
Neither of them looked like they had slept and I placed one mug beside Casey.
“You still alive?” I asked as he reached for the coffee without looking away from the screen.
“Barely.” He said and Drake smirked.
“That’s the most optimistic thing he’s said all morning.” Drake said and Casey finally leaned back in his chair.
“I found something.” He said.
“What now?” I asked as he pointed toward the security monitor.
“The perimeter patrol changed last night.”
