David looks at the torpid form of Rina Yui on a plush couch in the Green Room. He's still, silent, and standing, striding the invisible line between opulent and concrete brutalism. The last few nights have been difficult to say the least. The mind shattering report of shotguns still rolls around in the Mekhet's thoughts.
What they set out to do, however, was done.
Straiphen, the Tyrant-Prince, was destroyed. Erika Brady was denied her prize.
David doesn't feel like celebrating. The cost of coming even this far, was high; the evidence stares the Dragon in the face. Further, the knowledge that this is only the beginning of the end sobers him.
The text-messages were tapped out quickly as soon as the group emerged from the ground. One is far more brief than the other; striving to keep Asa only seemingly disconnected. The other contains a request that was granted. The Dragon trusts Cozette to know what to do. She is the caretaker of this house.
Tucked into a corner, restrained as much as the diminutive Asp is using the toys of the trade, is the last loose end. A cop who's life David saved if only for another few nights. The Shadow only spares the Highway Patrolman an indignant look before returning his attention to Rina.
David merely waits.
Waiting for the others or the end, it's hard to tell.