SABA; EMPTY BARREL

CHAPTER 63: SABA; EMPTY BARREL

Zahra's Pov

I rubbed my eyes absentmindedly as we stepped off the jet, the chill London air blowing towards our way, sending a shiver down my spine.

"My intel should be here in five minutes," Dashiell said, his stern tone cutting into my thoughts as he joined me in the black limo which was driven there for our use.

I sniffed briefly, wrinkling my nose as the AC wafted its own artificial breeze in my direction. "That's good. He better not make us wait."

The limo just sat at the private airport with Dashiell and I inside while Blazer, Gotham, and Adela stood outside talking about God knows what.

While we waited a few minutes in silence, Dashiell received a phone call and immediately knocked on the partition.

"Drive. We can't meet up here, it's not safe." He said, and the driver started the limo.

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The limo pulled up to an old office building, almost hidden away from the busyness of London.

Inside, we were quickly taken into a private room where