Old Man Harris barged into Lucian's room without knocking, the door slamming against the wall.
"Things are really on a tough time for us," he huffed, dropping heavily onto the seat beside him. "Tell me you're looking at something right now or we're done for."
Lucian didn't even flinch.
He smiled ,calm, almost amused.
"It's okay. No need to stress yourself out," he said, eyes still glued to the tablet. "We ain't losing this round." He zoomed the map slightly, red and blue dots clustering like sparks on dry grass. "Ethan and Hunter are out there defending the flag. We should have faith in them."
Harris exhaled through his nose, half-relieved, half-skeptical.
Lucian's gaze shifted… not to blue, not to red ,but to a lone purple dot drifting along the outer rim of the map.
"Besides," Lucian murmured, "the real threat here isn't Bulldozer and Spike."
Harris's brows shot up. "You mean… there's an even bigger threat out there?"
Lucian's smile widened just a fraction.
