"The attack seems to have gone very well in Atlantic City."
Gaspar's voice carried through the quiet living room as he stepped inside.
He wore a faint smile as though he had just returned from something entertaining rather than from an operation that had flooded an entire settlement with Infected.
Callighan stood near the window with his back turned.
A large table sat behind him, covered with old maps, weapons, handwritten notes, and supply lists, but he was not looking at any of them. He simply watched the streets outside through the dusty glass, his hands resting behind his back.
"The Boardwalk suffered terrible damage," Gaspar continued. "Half their territory is gone. They're regrouped now, packed into a smaller area closer to the hotel."
He walked farther into the room, clearly expecting some kind of response.
Callighan did not turn around.
"You went there that night without my permission."
Gaspar paused.
Then he raised an eyebrow and gave a small laugh.
