Mac scoffed, but the mention of a civilian target pulled at the instinct he couldn't quite suppress. "You have a whole team, James. Call Jack. Call Riley."
The drive to the site was silent, the tension between father and son vibrating louder than the engine. When they arrived at the outskirts of the compound, things went south instantly. An ambush left their vehicle disabled and James pinned under a fallen support beam in an old warehouse. [S3E1] Improvise
James didn't waste time with pleasantries. He handed Mac a tablet showing a secure facility in the desert. "A group known as the 'Company' has stolen a high-yield explosive. They’re planning to use it on a civilian target in Lagos. I’m going in, but I need the best technician I know." Mac scoffed, but the mention of a civilian
Mac sat on the rusted porch in Nigeria, the humid air thick with the scent of rain and earth. For three months, he had traded high-stakes espionage for the rhythmic work of a mechanic, fixing irrigation pumps and old tractors. He didn’t miss the explosions or the secrets. Most of all, he didn’t miss the shadow of the man who had lied to him for decades. Call Riley