They watched the Zergians play cards for the rest of the day.
That was the full extent of what happened. No conversations. No planning. No movement toward anything that suggested purpose, leadership or a plan that could get rid of Argent's only weapon from his room without leaving a trace. Just twenty people in a dim abandoned storage space, moving cards between their hands with the quiet efficiency of people who did not feel the need to explain themselves to anyone.
When Damian's concealment began to thin at the edges, the three of them withdrew without discussion and stood outside in the lower corridor.
"These guys are something else…" Coco said.
Opi said nothing immediately. His gaze had the particular quality of someone running the same calculation repeatedly and getting the same unsatisfying result.
"It's our only lead." He said finally. "Whatever they're holding back, they'll have to show it eventually. No group operates this long in silence without purpose."
