The manor's great hall felt smaller now, crowded with the weight of maps, scattered notes, and the heavy pulse of anticipation. The three of them circled the large oak table like predators stalking their prey, minds sharp and ready.
Harper's fingers traced the faded lines of a city map, her voice steady but with an edge of urgency. "This industrial site Leo found—it's isolated, on the outskirts. Perfect for hiding in plain sight."
Alex leaned in, eyes narrowing. "Why didn't Jude use it before? Seems too obvious."
Leo's voice cut through, calm and measured. "Because it's old, abandoned. A place nobody bothers to check regularly. Ideal for keeping low-profile operations."
Harper glanced sideways at Leo, the subtle tension in the room prickling her senses. She pushed it aside—focus. They needed answers.
"Any signs of recent activity?" Alex asked.
Leo nodded. "Footprints, tire tracks—small, but consistent. Someone's been coming and going, probably scouting or moving supplies."
