"Coincidence my foot." Athena snapped.
The group had gathered late that night for a debriefing in the living room of Spider's cottage.
"Didn't we say the same thing for Herbert?" She continued, her eyes flashing. "When we followed the tunnel out of Whitman's Hospital? If we'd been wise enough back then, we would've nailed him right there. But we cut the man some slack, called it a coincidence, and it came back to bite us in the ass. I'm not making that mistake again."
Gianna hadn't been in that specific tunnel, but the story had been etched into her mind through a thousand retellings. She leaned forward, her expression hardening as she looked around the dimly lit sitting room.
"I don't think it's a coincidence either," She agreed. "We've had too many pointers, too many gut feelings about the Becketts' 'legitimacy.' We might as well stop treating it like a theory and start working with it as a fact."
