Chapitre 242: Chapter 242: Logan

Six months later. Monday. Logan Muller's Apartment, Washington, DC.

MEETING PLANNER WASN'T PART of Logan's job description, but it should be.

This meeting should have happened last week. Logan had pushed for them to act immediately after Zora Clark had come to his office to show him some of the new intel they'd decrypted from the servers their team had hacked after the last operation.

Fuck. It felt like these things were happening so quickly. How were they this far behind?

Instead, Zora had given everyone a much needed long weekend for Thanksgiving. With any luck, however, they'd have all the details ironed out.

Where the hell was everyone?

He glanced at his watch, then the gurgling coffee maker. He'd had to upgrade when they started moving meetings to his apartment across the street from their headquarters. It wasn't ideal, but they didn't have any other option.