AXEL'S POV
Three hours.
That's how long Tye and I spent turning Charles's trap into ours.
The war room had transformed into a command centre. Monitors displayed blueprints of Café Lumière, satellite images of the surrounding blocks, and personnel files of Tye's operatives.
Red lines marked sight lines, blue dots indicated positioned assets, and yellow zones highlighted potential threats.
"The café has four exits," Tye said, pointing at the blueprint. "Main entrance on 52nd, service entrance in the back alley, emergency exit to the west, and a connecting door to the building next door that most people don't know about."
"Charles knows about it," I said flatly.
"Of course he does," Tye agreed. "Which is why we'll have someone at each one. Former Delta Force for the main entrance, he'll be playing a businessman on his laptop. Navy SEAL at the service entrance, dressed as a delivery driver. The other two get surveillance teams."
