Jagger's gaze flicked between the twins, understanding settling in cold and clear.
A soldier hurried up from the remains of the corpse and saluted sharply. "Sir. Ma'am. The Herald remains have been secured." He hesitated for half a beat, glancing toward the dissolving black-red sludge on the road. 'Or what's left of them.'
"Good," Jace said.
She extended a hand without looking.
Chase dropped the core into it with theatrical reverence and a bright grin. "Oh, what an honor, sister."
Jace ignored him and slipped the core into her inventory.
Chase turned in one smooth motion and spun a finger in the air.
"Alright, people," he called, voice suddenly brighter, louder, commanding in a way that somehow still sounded playful. "We are rolling out."
"Yes, sir!" the soldiers barked in unison.
Jace's mouth twitched at the corner, almost a smile, before her expression went flat again.
She looked at Jagger.
"You follow me."
Then her gaze shifted to Jung, Abdul, and Nico.
