Beckett makes a confused face. “Besides Jane, you’re the only other Cobalt going on the trip. I can’t make her and Thatcher play the game if I’m in New York.” Charlie glances to Jane, and she gives him a tense nod. I understand the clandestine exchange. I’m in on this plan that we’ve all been constructing. So are Banks, Maximoff, and Farrow. I didn’t think it’d be implemented tonight, but I’m prepared for the fallout. Shit is about to get tense. Beckett doesn’t realize it yet, but he’s going to Scotland.
