Ezra paced slowly in the empty warehouse, his shoes echoing in the cavernous space. The building's old lighting system hummed softly in the background.
He had chosen this place for its isolation. A perfect place to open the envelope he'd received without risking the safety of their secure apartment.
The creak of the heavy metal door echoed through the warehouse, and Ezra looked up to see Olivia, Gen, and Red entering. They walked toward him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.
"What's going on?" Gen was the first to speak as they reached him. She looked around the warehouse. "Who are we fighting? No one? Fuck. I was so looking forward to a fight."
"Why'd you call us here, Ezra?" Olivia asked.
Ezra held up the envelope he'd been holding, the plain, unmarked paper now slightly crumpled from his grip.
