Forty-eight hours of preparation felt like forty-eight minutes.
Brooklyn Navy Yard 11 was an industrial, abandoned place - perfect for a confrontation that could end with all of us dead.
I'm coordinating defensive positions with Timothy and David, treating this like the military operation it was.
"Lisa and James take the rooftops," I point to buildings flanking the pier. "Sniper positions. You have clear sight lines to the meeting point."
"Got it." Lisa's already checking her rifle. How she got a sniper rifle, I don't ask. I believe the former FBI has resources.
"David, you and your team hold the perimeter. If anyone tries to flank us, you shut them down."
"Understood."
"Timothy, you're with Katherine and me. Close protection, backup if things go sideways."
"Which they will," Timothy says grimly. "Morrison always has a plan."
"Then we have a better one."
