(Noah)
By the time I got back to the compound the day had already shifted.
You could feel it when operations moved from routine into something more serious. Men spoke less. Phones were answered faster. Information stopped being theoretical and started becoming useful. That was where we were now.
I parked, cut the engine, and walked inside.
Dante was at the board with a marker in one hand and his phone in the other. Kane sat at the table going through printed stills. Ryder stood near the back door drinking water and watching both of them like he was waiting for the part that mattered.
They looked up when I came in.
"What changed?" I asked.
Dante capped the marker. "South side place got movement."
"How much?"
"Delivery van at one twelve. Stayed nine minutes. Left empty."
I took off
