Lena MarshLena had thirty seconds, maybe less, before Dominic moved regardless of whether she'd finished confirming anything, and she worked through them with the same focused speed she'd used through every crisis of the last month, because a wrong guess now meant walking into the wrong building while Ethan disappeared somewhere else entirely."Rowan, I need everything you're seeing, right now," she said into the radio, the tablet balanced on her knee, with the satellite feed pulled up alongside the thermal pass from twenty minutes earlier."Four guards outside, positioned roughly northeast, northwest, and two near the loading dock on the southern face," Rowan's voice came back low and clipped. "Vehicle idling out back, rear doors open. They're moving fast, like they've been told to hurry.""How fast?" Dominic asked, leaning toward the radio. "Give me minutes, Rowan, not impressions.""Five, maybe less, before that vehicle's loaded and moving," Rowan said. "
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