The storm outside the pub was loud, but it was nothing compared to the storm inside.

Waves crashed against the rocks by the shore, and the wind shook the windows of the old wooden building. Hours ago, all the locals had already gone home. The pub was empty now except for four people sitting around a scratched, wooden table. The smell of beer and sea salt filled the air. But this wasn’t about drinks, or laughter, or small talk. Tonight, the pub was something else. It was a war room.

Marcus ...