The dawn broke over the hills, painting the sky in muted hues of gold and gray. For Grant's team, there was no time to appreciate the beauty.
Exhaustion hung over them like a shroud as they regrouped in an abandoned barn, far from the cabin where their mission had unraveled.
Emily leaned against the splintered wood of the barn wall, her arms crossed and her brow furrowed. "He got away," she muttered, voicing the frustration simmering in all of them.
Catherine, sitting on a crate with a map spread across her knees, shot Emily a sharp glance. "He didn't just get away.
He was prepared for us. Rook knew we were coming. That wasn't a coincidence."
Jean-Luc, who had been pacing near the entrance, stopped abruptly. "What are you suggesting? That someone tipped him off?"
Emily's eyes narrowed. "I'm not suggesting it. I'm stating it. Someone inside our network must have warned him."
