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emphasize what I needed her to know. “I’m not going to screw this up,” I vowed. “I would never do anything to hurt you.”
“I know.”
She said it with such certainty that I had to kiss her. I pulled her to me, and I sealed my promise to her the best way I knew how. And there we stayed, breakfast forgotten, for the rest of the morning.
I had just enough time to grab a bagel and a coffee, and made it halfway to my morning class when I got word that it had been cancelled. Apparently, I was the last to know.
“Jared wants to see you,” the wannabe-supervisor runt told me before he ran off to his next task.
I suppressed a groan as I turned for the Command Center. I couldn’t have cared less about the class, but I dreaded finding out what Jared needed to talk to me about if it warranted cancelling it. Perhaps another spy got busted? Or Callie . . .
God, I hoped this had nothing to do with Callie.
Security gave me no trouble as I made my way through the building. A guard, whom I had never seen before, stiffened as I rounded the corner leading to Jared’s office. His gun raised fractionally before recognition registered in his eyes. He lowered his weapon with a nod as I passed.
This had nothing to do with Callie, I determined. I had a nagging suspicion that something had happened—or was about to happen. Jared’s usual personal guard, Rodney, stood outside Jared’s office, his eyes wide as he scanned the hallway.
“They’re in Meeting Room One. Down the hall,” he told me.
I slowed as I contemplated asking him what was going on, but instead I veered off in the direction he indicated, growing more confused with each step.
They?
Surely this had nothing to do with Kris. It was just a coincidence something was going down the day after I snuck her off the island and slept in her room, and the same morning I had a standoff with the Kala’s golden boy.
Micah . That little shit. What had he done now?
When I pushed the doors open to the meeting room, and saw the collection of Kala already waiting in the room, I knew it had nothing to do with Micah. Or Kris.
The Skotadi were up to something. Lucky me to have been selected as a member of the team about to be sent out to intercept them. I had been in on a few of these meetings before. I knew what they looked like. Though I had never seen any of the head Kala leaders participate in a meeting before, let alone all three of them.
They sat at the front of the room, heads tipped together as they scanned the soldiers that had already arrived. Supervisor Jeffries, the hot shot mid-level in charge of the leadership department, sat next to them. Younger than them by at least a hundred years, he looked to be in his forties with grey tinted hair that matched his grey eyes. He carried a flair of self-righteousness, common among the up-and-coming supervisors, and squared his shoulders when he met my gaze.
Ignoring him, I took a seat next to a veteran Kala I recognized from my previous years on the island. As I looked around at the others, I noticed that they were all experienced older Kala. No newbies. No training. All business. Which meant whatever this was, it was big.
Two more entered after me. Jared and a brunette girl I might have recognized, but when her name didn’t immediately come to mind, I looked away, not wanting to stare. She took the last seat, next to me, as Jared moved to the front of the room.
“This looks like everybody,” he said to the leaders. To the rest of us, he said, “As you all have probably guessed, the eleven of you have been called up for a mission. I’ll be the mission leader. Before you leave, you will be given a packet which will contain your temporary IDs, passports, and profiles. We will be traveling in pairs or small groups so as not to alert the Skotadi, and we will be meeting at a predetermined rendezvous point. This is a top secret mission. You will not be told of the specifics until we meet at the next location .
“I know.”
She said it with such certainty that I had to kiss her. I pulled her to me, and I sealed my promise to her the best way I knew how. And there we stayed, breakfast forgotten, for the rest of the morning.
I had just enough time to grab a bagel and a coffee, and made it halfway to my morning class when I got word that it had been cancelled. Apparently, I was the last to know.
“Jared wants to see you,” the wannabe-supervisor runt told me before he ran off to his next task.
I suppressed a groan as I turned for the Command Center. I couldn’t have cared less about the class, but I dreaded finding out what Jared needed to talk to me about if it warranted cancelling it. Perhaps another spy got busted? Or Callie . . .
God, I hoped this had nothing to do with Callie.
Security gave me no trouble as I made my way through the building. A guard, whom I had never seen before, stiffened as I rounded the corner leading to Jared’s office. His gun raised fractionally before recognition registered in his eyes. He lowered his weapon with a nod as I passed.
This had nothing to do with Callie, I determined. I had a nagging suspicion that something had happened—or was about to happen. Jared’s usual personal guard, Rodney, stood outside Jared’s office, his eyes wide as he scanned the hallway.
“They’re in Meeting Room One. Down the hall,” he told me.
I slowed as I contemplated asking him what was going on, but instead I veered off in the direction he indicated, growing more confused with each step.
They?
Surely this had nothing to do with Kris. It was just a coincidence something was going down the day after I snuck her off the island and slept in her room, and the same morning I had a standoff with the Kala’s golden boy.
Micah . That little shit. What had he done now?
When I pushed the doors open to the meeting room, and saw the collection of Kala already waiting in the room, I knew it had nothing to do with Micah. Or Kris.
The Skotadi were up to something. Lucky me to have been selected as a member of the team about to be sent out to intercept them. I had been in on a few of these meetings before. I knew what they looked like. Though I had never seen any of the head Kala leaders participate in a meeting before, let alone all three of them.
They sat at the front of the room, heads tipped together as they scanned the soldiers that had already arrived. Supervisor Jeffries, the hot shot mid-level in charge of the leadership department, sat next to them. Younger than them by at least a hundred years, he looked to be in his forties with grey tinted hair that matched his grey eyes. He carried a flair of self-righteousness, common among the up-and-coming supervisors, and squared his shoulders when he met my gaze.
Ignoring him, I took a seat next to a veteran Kala I recognized from my previous years on the island. As I looked around at the others, I noticed that they were all experienced older Kala. No newbies. No training. All business. Which meant whatever this was, it was big.
Two more entered after me. Jared and a brunette girl I might have recognized, but when her name didn’t immediately come to mind, I looked away, not wanting to stare. She took the last seat, next to me, as Jared moved to the front of the room.
“This looks like everybody,” he said to the leaders. To the rest of us, he said, “As you all have probably guessed, the eleven of you have been called up for a mission. I’ll be the mission leader. Before you leave, you will be given a packet which will contain your temporary IDs, passports, and profiles. We will be traveling in pairs or small groups so as not to alert the Skotadi, and we will be meeting at a predetermined rendezvous point. This is a top secret mission. You will not be told of the specifics until we meet at the next location .
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