Dag’s laughter filled the hallway as Nathan’s eyebrows winged up. “What did you give him?” Hendrick’s pupils were blown wide, the thin hazel rings barely visible.
The titan smirked. “Vodka.” He shifted the drunken man higher into his arms and carefully manoeuvred back into the apartment. “I’ll lay him out and then you can brief me, yah?”
Nathan nodded while Dag continued to snicker.
“Ed approves; however, according to Syd, we’re taking the difficult route.” Nathan grimaced. The woman’s information network was legendary. ‘Men!’ she had groaned.
Gregori frowned. “There’s an easier way?”
“Apparently they are transporting him next week.”