Ezra nodded curtly and turned to leave, his mind already churning with plans. As he exited Griffin's office, his anger fueled his movements. Macmillan had tried to ruin him, and now he would pay the price.
The price must be paid. We fight. We survive. We destroy.
He hurried through the mansion, his steps echoing in the grand hallways. He needed to get to the warehouse district quickly, before Macmillan could slip away. His vitality surged through his body, in beautiful patterns of anticipation and rage, driving him forward.
As he reached the front entrance, Olivia and Gen were waiting for him, their expressions filled with concern. "What did Griffin say?" Olivia asked.
Ezra paused briefly, his eyes meeting hers. "He handed over the Three Axe gang to us and informed me that he now owns my debt. But he also said that Macmillan is no longer under his protection and is trying to leave the city. We need to stop him."
