Hera POV

I turn to Justin, who’s already typing, his eyes locked on his screen. “Can you hack his phone? Get the message in without him knowing it’s us?” I ask and Justin smiles.

“ You know me. There's nothing I can't pull off as long as technology is concerned.” He boasts. I can't retort because he is right.

“ Excellent. Then get down to it.”

He doesn’t look up, his fingers flying. “Give me an hour. I’ll spoof it, make it look like it’s an order from his ...