Chapter 86 Blood On The Screen

• The silence in the control room was unnatural. It wasn’t the kind of silence that precedes a calculated risk, nor the one that settles when the team awaits orders. It was a filthy, dense silence, an amorphous mass that clung to my skin the moment I crossed the threshold.
• Verona was bent over the touch table, fingers moving swiftly between data windows. Dante stood behind her, motionless, too motionless. I had only seen that rigidity once before: the night at the cabin, when I thought I was going to be lost a second time.
• “What’s happening?” I asked.