Fresco escaped the confines of the safe house just as the sun was coming up and made his way into the city. He knew the area very well, having spent many nights combing it looking for his brother. Fresco realized with a wry sense of humor how perfect it was they were hiding so close to the house of betrayal.

Two familiar blocks and he stood outside the rubbled remains of Last Stand.

He forced himself to examine it, to let himself absorb the destruction. The last time he ...