Aaron POV

The call comes at dawn.

"Alpha, we found him."

Erikson's voice cuts through the hotel room's silence. I'm on my feet before he finishes the sentence.

"Where?"

"Warehouse. South district. He tried to board a cargo ship last night. Harbor patrol flagged his ID."

'Got you.' Arthur surges forward, bloodlust singing through my veins. 'Finally.'

"Mobilize everyone. I want him alive."

"Understood."

*****

The warehouse stinks of brine and rust.

Victor stands in the center, hands ...