Chapter 130 Final Training

• Darren sat across from her at the small dining table; a pen tracing idle circles on a scrap of paper as he folded the plan into steps out loud, precise, cold, practical, where everything else felt ragged.
• “All right,” he said, voice even. “Two days. Today is the final drill: fight everything you’ve learned under pressure. Tomorrow we do surveillance: routes, guards, any pattern in their pickups. The day after, at dusk, we strike.”
• Nina watched him, fatigue and steel mixing behind her eyes. “Why not the day before?” she asked. “Why not hit them before they get ready?”