Ezra stepped into the dark warehouse where his wives were already waiting. This was their designated meeting spot. A place to prepare away from prying eyes.
Olivia sat on a stack of crates, tapping her fingers idly against her knee. Gen leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, and Red paced back and forth with barely contained energy. They all looked up as Ezra approached, the hard drive in hand.
"What's wrong? Where's Helena?" Red asked as he approached, alone.
"Dead." Ezra answered simply.
"What?" Red asked in shock before it morphed into realization. "That means…"
Olivia stood, her eyes flickering with a spark of hope. "Did you get it?"
Ezra held up the hard drive he'd retrieved with a smile on his face. Without wasting time, Olivia reached into her pocket dimension, pulling out a laptop. The laptop was all black, with holographic displays that flickered to life as she opened it.
