iThe Bureau vehicle stopped at the side entrance, and Team Zero got out into a grey morning two weeks older than the last time they'd been here.
James stepped down first and pressed a thumb against the new plate riveted over his left side, testing the seam, before he let his arm drop.
Finn came out after him and turned his whole upper body to look back at the building instead of twisting at the waist.
Maeve's eyes went to the glass doors, then the reflections in them, then the dark space above the lintel, before she stepped onto the path.
Ronan's coat sat wrong over one shoulder, the strap under it pulled a notch tighter than it used to be. Cillian flexed his right hand twice, the one that had dropped a glowing shield on Floor 19 when the metal got too hot to hold.
Nobody said anything about any of it. They walked to the doors like that and went in.
Two weeks. Three floors.
