Everything happened quickly and quite smoothly after that.
It wasn't unexpected by any means, these kinds of operations were beneath their level.
By sundown, the digital pings in their terminals confirmed Morgiana's success.
The name of Purple's so-called friend flashed in front of them, illuminated by a holoscreen in the middle of the room.
{Bijeli}
Emir grinned, immediately recognizing the pattern.
"We got it."
Ragnar, leaning against the wall near the room's balcony, pushed off and let out a low whistle.
"Girl actually pulled it off."
Judal scoffed and stood up from the couch.
"She's not a massive liability like you."
Stretching his arms, Ragnar did shoot back, a rare occurrence.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm staying here, anyway. Someone needs to cover her escape."
He gave Emir a pointed look before his eyes darted to Judal and Judas, standing a few feet away.
"Guess it's you three now."
