Skylar slammed her hand on the table, glaring first at Julian and then at Jasper. "We don't have time to argue. My uncle is holding someone who could be the key to ending all of this, and with every second we waste, he has an advantage."
Julian crossed his arms, his voice stretched with frustration. "I'm not saying we shouldn't do anything, but this is a mad course of action. We don't even know what structure the place takes!
Jasper slumped further into his chair, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Since when have we ever had perfect intel? We improvise, like always."
Skylar cast him a glance, voice rife with anger. "This isn't a game, Jasper. If we screw up, people die."
"I'm aware," Jasper said, his tone without the edge. "But just sitting around talking about it isn't going to get us anywhere either."
Julian let out a sharp exhalation. "Fine. What's the plan?
