[Jake's POV]
The cleanup of Apex Tower took exactly forty-seven minutes.
When you have four point two billion dollars in liquid capital and the Director of Enforcement for the SEC standing in your penthouse, you don't call 911. You call private cleaners. Men who arrive in unmarked vans, wearing sterile suits, who know how to scrub blood from granite and make fifteen unconscious mercenaries disappear into the back of armored transports without asking a single question.
I stood in the ruined lobby, watching them work. The shattered glass of the reception desk had already been swept away. The bullet holes in the marble pillars were being temporarily filled with color-matched epoxy. The smell of cordite and Halon gas was slowly being cycled out by the building's massive industrial purifiers.
