(Noah)
Nobody in the room needed reminding what came next.
Once a plan had weight, men either leaned into it or became problems. Mine leaned in. Phones stayed busy, printers kept running, chairs scraped across concrete, and the board behind me filled with names, arrows, routes, and times that could change before sunrise.
I kept Pierce’s name circled anyway.
Some details mattered more than the rest.
Dante came over with another page in his hand and dropped it beside me.
“Cam found utility pulls tied to Delaney shells,” he said. “Three addresses lit up in the last month.”
“Which ones.”
“South side site. Storage lot. Empty office near Marlow.”
I looked at him.
“Near Pierce?”
“Same block.”
That wasn’t subtle.
That was staging.
I took the page and read it myself. Temporary power s
