Cassian's POV

Word of the raid reached me before Sylas had even finished counting the guns he'd found.

"Have they found the factory yet?"

I asked it without looking up from the whiskey I was pouring, that was because I already knew the answer. My phone buzzed against the counter, a single text from a man I paid too well to ever be late with an update popped up.

"They're inside, nothing is there."

I smiled and took a sip.

Sylas was a lot of things. Ruthless and smart, in the way rich men are smart when other people do the actual thinking for them. But predictable, that was the...