The war room smelled of coffee gone cold and the particular flat tension of men who had not slept enough. Raven dropped the Alessio file on the table and waited for the room to settle.
It settled fast. It always did now.
She walked them through it. "Lucian pinned the Butcher. Fixed position. Outer industrial block. Third warehouse from the Caruso-controlled port access. Two-hour window, maybe less."
Adrian and Dante were already watching her.
"Light deployment," she said. "Three."
Adrian gave one nod. Dante rolled his shoulders and pushed off the wall.
Vincent was at the far end of the war room. She felt his eyes lift from the city map when she said it. She didn't look back. She picked up the file and walked out.
