Naomi’s Pov

The railyard looked dead from a distance.

Like it had been forgotten by the city years ago.

Rusting tracks. Graffiti-covered freight cars. A sagging chain-link fence that swayed every time the wind breathed too hard.

But dead places sometimes made the perfect hiding spot.

The Syndicate knew that.

Cassian, Rubio, Mara, and I sat in the surveillance van across the street, headlights off, windows tinted. The only light came from the monitors in Rubio’s lap, all pulled from the cameras we’d placed earlier.

Cassian stood behind us, arms crossed, shoulders tense, eyes never leaving the railyard. He looked like a storm pressed into a human body all sharp...