Chapter 26

• Alexandra sat in the dimly lit kitchen of the safe house drinking her coffee and considering their next action the evening following the warehouse raid. Lack of sleep caused red eyes, and her mind whirled with The Collective's next attack's possibilities. Along with maps and notes, the survivor's picture lay out on the table. The faces in the picture tormented her—shadowy people planning anarchy.
• Her thoughts were cut off by a soft knock on the door. Ethan came in, his face austere.
• Pulling a chair next to her, he said, "We need to talk."