The night air in Miami was calm, far too quiet for a city known for its music, parties, and life. Up on the balcony of the high-rise apartment, the usual sounds of car horns, distant laughter, and music seemed to fade into nothing. It was a peaceful kind of silence; a silence that felt strange after everything they had just been through. There were no explosions, no alarms, no gunfire. Just the soft wind brushing past them and the low hum of their exhaustion.

The scent of burnt wires and ozone from the battle they just won was gone now. It had been replaced by the strong smell of coffee....