The week went by in a blur of intense training and warm, quiet nights spent cuddling with Drakon in his suite. But the lingering warmth of the past few days vanished the moment we stepped into the command center.
Tomorrow was the day we finally tracked Roman.
The low hum of the tactical screens illuminated the darkened briefing room, where only a select few of Drakon’s top men gathered around the center holotable to narrow down the operational plan. The air in the room was thick with focused tension.
The strategy was straightforward and strict: no premature engagement unless absolutely necessary. We needed Roman to complete the trade uninterrupted. Above all, we needed to see exactly what product he was bringing into our territory.
Drakon stood at the head of the table, his broad s
