158 Maybe Silas and Lara are just friends.

"The intel says he plans to make his move soon," Caleb said, sounding fearful. 

Silas shot to his feet, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him. "Then there's no time to waste. Let's go."

"But it's far too dangerous," Caleb pleaded, worry etched on his face. "He can hurt you or even kill you. It's not a good idea for you to go there." 

"What do you want me to do?" Silas exclaimed. "Should I just sit idly and watch him kill Esme? I can't risk others for me." He squared his shoulders, his jaw set in a resolute line. "I'll handle him myself."

Caleb, though hesitated, couldn't help but agree with him. "Alright then," he finally conceded, "but let me at least assemble a backup team. We can't walk into this blind."

Silas knew the gravity of the situation. He understood the risk and didn't oppose Caleb's suggestion. With a curt nod, he agreed with Caleb, his mind already racing with plans and strategies.