DAMON
I burst through the door to the room where we'd been running our operation against Ronan. Multiple computers lined the walls, maps pinned up showing locations, red string connecting different points. Or at least, that's what it had looked like yesterday.
Now it was destroyed. Completely demolished. Every computer screen was smashed, glass and circuit boards scattered across the floor.
The maps had been torn down, burned from the looks of the ash piles on the table. File cabinets were overturned, papers shredded into confetti covering every surface. The tracking devices we'd planted on some of Ronan's men were crushed under what looked like a hammer, their tiny circuits exposed and useless.
The bastard had carried everything. Everything about his operation, his locations, his pla
