Brice froze, his hand on the transport door. He glanced at Jax, who raised an eyebrow.
"Lucien?" Brice muttered, turning back to the soldier. "Alright, I'll go. Jax, with me."
They veered away from the transport, heading back into the building. Lucien. What the hell could this be about? Did that old man did something foolish again?
As they walked, Jax leaned in close. "You okay, boss?"
Brice waved him off. "Nothing. No idea why that old man's name pop up again."
As they reached his office door, he paused, hand on the handle.
"Stay sharp," he told Jax. Then he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
To his suprise, Jean-Claude is sitting in his chair, legs propped on the desk, absorbed in a tablet.
"What the hell?" Brice said. "What are you doing here?"
Jean-Claude held up a finger without looking up. "Hold on. I'm finishing what I'm reading." He glanced up and tapped the screen. "This part of the novel is what I like."
