Dn nodded. "Yeah, this whole area is off-limits because of the Weapons


    Bureau warehouses. Regr folks can''t just wander in, which is why I asked if you know someone there."


    Mirabe turned off the holographic disy on her phone, lost in thought. That guy must still be busy.


    "Are you nning to head over there, boss? We can hang around the perimeter if you want," Dn asked again, his curiosity piqued.


    Anyone his father was so focused on finding had to be someone special.


    With that thought, Dn was about to turn the car around, eager to see what might unfold.


    Mirabe shot him a nce. "Take me back to the hotel."


    "Oh."


    Despite his curiosity, Dn changed his mind and turned off the blinker.


    A short driveter, they pulled up in front of the hotel. Mirabe waved at Dn as she got out.


    Once the car disappeared down the street, she turned and walked into the hotel.


    Back in her suite, Mirabe took a shower, letting her hair air-dry while she grabbed her phone from the coffee table.


    No missed calls or messages.


    What kind of business could be this demanding at such an hour?


    Feeling wide awake, Mirabezily settled onto the couch, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV.


    *


    Meanwhile, the fierce gunfire had finally ended, and the night resumed its deep, quiet calm.


    "James, Mr. Link''s men are all taken care of," Curtis reported, his ck tactical gear still carrying the scent of battle. He noticed the wound on James''s arm and his expression shifted. "You''re hurt."


    James simply raised his hand, his striking features showing no concern. "It''s nothing. What time is it?"


    Curtis sighed in relief and checked his watch. "Almost midnight."


    yel


    "Thatte already?" James frowned slightly, then peeled off his gloves, tossing them to Curtis before striding out of the warehouse "You handle the cleanup. I''m out."


    Curtis watched James leave in a rush, a bit surprised.


    When Wyatt arrived from Section One, he saw Curtis alone and nced around. "Where''s James?"


    Curtis turned back. "He''s gone."


    "Already? His arm got grazed by a bullet. Hope it''s not serious," Wyatt said, worry in his voice.


    "It should be fine," Curtis replied,


    having only taken a quick look at the


    wound. "Go inventory the


    warehouse. I''m heading to Mr. Link''s ce."


    "Alright." Wyatt nodded, not arguing.


    ...


    In his car, James casually wrapped his arm with gauze, then reached for his phone from the glove box.


    The signal had been blocked in their area, but once the car moved out of range, his phone buzzed back to life.


    As soon as the signal returned, Messenger notifications chimed in.


    James nced at the messages, and the cold tension in his eyes softened. Without replying, he floored the gas pedal.


    What should''ve been over an hour''s drive, he zed through in about forty minutes to get back to the hotel.


    After parking, James grabbed a


    spare set of clothes from the


    backseat and the gift he had Wyatt prepare earlier, then headed into the hotel. .


    It was past 1 AM, and the lobby was empty except for the hotel staff.


    The elevator ride to the top floor was smooth. Mirabe had given James a spare keycard earlier, so he quickly let himself into the room.