Chapter 93 Pound The Alarn

• Callahan
• "Any chance we can get eyes on the estate? Gauge what we're walking into," I ask Diamente as we drive toward the location in Eindhoven. I watch the dark sky, the raindrops only a nuisance on the windshield now. Clouds are rolling angrily in the distance, illuminated by still-silent flashes of light.
• Dante is coordinating more manpower and Antonio is sitting beside me staring out the window, hands fisted.