"They’re back in town," he said, lifting his binoculars to Jaxon’s window, eyes locked on his target.

"Listen, I’m tired of sitting around. Why don’t we just fucking strike already?" The voice on the other end was laced with impatience.

"You know why we can’t," he replied, voice steady. "If we move recklessly, Jaxon will catch wind of it, and we’ll be screwed. We need patience."

"The waiting is unbearable. I can’t wait to watch him crumble—see that ...