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“You’re all right?”

Tone nodded.

Atlas reached the centre of the room and raised his voice.

“Everyone who can walk, listen.” The conversations around us stopped.

Even the maintenance crew slowed.

Raze moved to stand beside him.

Atlas placed the folder on the coffee table.

“I spoke with Silvia Greco.”

“What did she say?” Raze asked.

“That the attack changes the timetable.”

Marcello gave a dry laugh.

Atlas ignored him.

“Greco has confirmed the Coccico cartel accelerated the shipment. Four containers are scheduled to leave the Livorno yard at seven tomorrow morning.”

“The same containers Artemus flagged?” Demitri asked.

“Yes.”

“What’s inside them?” Tone asked.

“We don’t know for sure.”

No one needed Atlas to explain the possibilities.

The drive had shown us what the Coccico were capable of trafficking. Women. Girls. Money. Weapons. Evidence that could disappear across a border before anyone reached it.

Raze looked toward the damaged windows. “They attacked tonight because they knew we were close.”

“They attacked to force us into handing over the drive,” Atlas said. “Greco believes they’ll move anything that connects them to the operation before her warrants can be issued.”

“So we stop the containers,” Archie declared.

Atlas nodded.

“At seven.”

Marcello looked at the doctor still stitching his arm. “Excellent timing.”

“You’re not going,” Samira countered.

Marcello looked up at her.

“Samira—”

“No.”

Her face had gone pale again, but this time she didn’t fold in on herself. Her hand remained on his shoulder as if she could forcefully hold him in the chair.