Raven stepped into the war room just after midnight. The long table was already lit, maps glowing under the overhead lights, red markers tracing the route that should have been secure. All seven Guardians were present. No one spoke when she entered. The air felt thick, charged with something sharper than usual.
Vincent stood at the head of the table, coat still on, one hand resting on the edge of the wood. His eyes found her immediately, but he said nothing.
Gabriel broke the silence first, voice flat. "The shipment never made it past the second checkpoint. Caruso hit it thirty minutes before arrival. Exact coordinates. Exact timing. They knew."
The words landed hard. Raven felt the shift in every set of shoulders around the table. Dante's easy grin was gone. Adrian's gaze sharpened. Sebastian stopped tapping his pen. Lucian and Matteo stayed silent, but their posture changed. Leonid sat like stone at the far end, jaw locked.
