The night air in Washington, D.C., was crisp and silent as Timothy and Hughes moved swiftly through the shadowed streets, leaving the chaos of their escape behind. Hughes glanced at Timothy, his mind still lingering on the strange moment back in the room.
"Why did you call him Taylor?" Hughes finally asked, his voice cautious but curious.
Timothy's expression didn't falter. He smirked faintly, as if amused by the question. "Slip of the tongue," he replied coolly, his tone measured and dismissive. "Must've reminded me of someone from my past. Nothing more."
Hughes studied him for a moment, then nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Alright," he said, his attention shifting forward again. "Still, that Hutton guy... something about him feels off."
"Don't waste your energy on him," Timothy said, his voice firm. "Focus on the task at hand. The boss is waiting, and we've got another job lined up."
