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all bear shifters? I don’t want to kill innocent men.”
    “We’re not one hundred percent sure. But we’re sure enough. At the very least, they’re connected to the shifter clans in Alaska in some way, and we’re fairly confident that they’re responsible for Kevin’s disappearance. I don’t want to kill innocent people, either. But this is war, buddy. Sometimes innocent people have to die in the name of a greater good. Don’t go getting all soft on me.”
    The younger man sighed loudly. “Fine. But how are we going to do it? Poison.”
    “No. On the off chance that they are, in fact, pandas, that would mean they survived the Great Epidemic. If they survived that virus, then they have super strong immune systems, and poison will be difficult to kill them with. We’ll do it the good old fashioned way,” the older man said, then paused dramatically. “With guns.”
    “Sweet,” the younger man said. “I’ve been itching to get some target practice in.”
    Caroline’s stomach turned at his giddy tone. Did he really think it was amusing to kill people? She didn’t know why she was surprised. After all, he was delusional enough to think that bear shifters actually existed. She thought she was going to throw up as the men continued to discuss in hushed tones their plans to murder the Coast Guard crew. She had to warn Lance somehow, but she didn’t even know his number, since she’d shredded the card she sent him. Caroline decided to try searching online for a way to contact him. Hopefully he wasn’t as crazy about keeping his information private as she was.
    Caroline slipped off the barstool and grabbed her messenger bag, trying to look casual as she headed for the bar’s tiny restroom. It was a one-seater, located at the opposite end of the room. Caroline snuck a peak back at the bar just before closing the bathroom door behind her. The place had completely emptied out except for her and the two men, who were leaning over some paperwork on their table and didn’t seem to have noticed that Caroline had left.
    Caroline took a deep breath and locked the door, then pulled her cell phone out of her purse. Thankful that she had finally given in to her roommate’s pressure to get a Smartphone with internet on it, Caroline pulled up a browser window and started searching for Lance. She typed in his full name, which brought up several pages that seemed to be somehow related to the Coast Guard. Nothing looked like a personal number for him, though, and she could feel her palms getting sweaty. She didn’t want to be in here too long and take a chance that the men would leave without her at least being able to follow them out and get a license plate number or some other piece of identifying information.
    Caroline found a main number for the San Diego Coast Guard Air Station, and she decided to take a chance on calling it and seeing whether there was a way for whoever answered to get her in touch with Lance. After three rings, a pleasant-sounding receptionist answered the phone. Caroline took a deep breath and started talking.
    “Hello, I’m not sure if the is the best number to use, but I’m trying to get in touch with one of the flight technicians who works there. His name is Lance Bowman. It’s really important that I speak with him.”
    There was a long pause before the receptionist answered. “Um, I know who Lance is, but I’m not sure if he’s working today. Can I place you on hold for a moment while I check?”
    “Sure. If you do find him, tell him it’s Caroline calling and it’s an emergency.”
    “Alright, dear. Hold on,” the woman said. Moments later, Caroline’s ears were flooded with hold music, and she nervously chewed on one of her fingernails while she waited. The minutes were ticking by, and she hoped that the men outside were still sitting there. She wished that the door to the bathroom had some sort of crack in it so that could peek at them, but she didn’t see any flaws in the