Delia nods. “In my apartment.”
“Alright.” I nod my head, letting it roll over the situations we need to control. “Take Saint and the guys with you, then use the comms to walk them through the tunnel.”
Sully looks at me, confused. “Nobody has been down there in years.”
“Not true. I cleared it right after Saint made me secretary and head of our digital security. I’ve got it wired, and I had Crux put in a few little easter eggs.”
“Saint—Saint, you on this? You gotta get out and get to the hangar. If you miss this drop for Alvarez, a few pissed-off patches will be the least of our problems. We can’t take on the cartels.”
“FUCK!” Saint runs his hands through his hair. “You give them each a Goddamn choice. They only have two. They walk away and are shunned or a mother fucking bullet to the head, and we’ll take care of their family. I do not want anyone around this Goddamn building until it’s clean, and I want my kid out of here as soon as humanly fucking possible!”
I nod and grab him into a hug, which turns into an orgy of hands and bodies all wrapping around us. Christ, I feel like we’re really saying goodbye.