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contradicted his lopsided grin. That façade
made me want to scream at him, to demand that he let me in. To stop
pretending like everything was okay when it so clearly was not. But
I didn’t. I returned his smile with a fake one of my
own.
Victoria was deep in conversation with
one of her lackeys when we reached her. They were speaking
Portuguese, a language I spoke fluently. Or I thought I did,
anyway. Their word groupings and phrases made little sense to me,
in the context. Either they were talking in code, or Victoria was
ordering up a lavish breakfast for the short flight back to UNITED
headquarters in Bern, Switzerland.
When our fearless leader realized Erik
and I were standing there, and noticed the confused frown on my
face as I eavesdropped, she abruptly ended the conversation and
dismissed her companion with a flick of her wrist. Victoria arched
a perfectly groomed eyebrow while searching my face, silently
questioning how much I’d understood. The urge to greet her in
Portuguese was tempting. Though I hated to waste the opportunity to
irk her, between Erik’s clamshell act and my own sour mood, I
wasn’t up for our usual tete-a-tete today.
“ You wanted to see us?” I
said instead, in English.
“ Yes, I have a rather
delicate matter to discuss with you both,” she began, averting her
golden gaze.
“ Ominous,” I
replied.
A ghost of a smile touched Victoria’s
lips and she looked up from the electronic tablet she’d been
pretending to study.
“ Your ability to sum up a
situation so succinctly never ceases to amaze me, Agent
Lyons.”
“ Thank you,” I shot
back.
Okay, so maybe I was in
a slightly errant
mood.
“ Tals? Really?” Erik mentally chastised me.
Thrilled beyond belief that he was
talking inside my head, I beamed like a fool. This prompted
Victoria’s eyes to narrow suspiciously. She hated when we used
nonverbal communication in her presence.
“ Our tip line received a
rather disconcerting call several hours ago,” Victoria said a
little too loudly, as if needing to be heard over the silent
conversation taking place between Erik and me.
“ Okay,” I said slowly,
drawing out the syllables.
The tip line received “rather
disconcerting” calls all the time. That was where UNITED received
all of the Created sightings. Victoria was being more evasive than
usual, and it was beginning to irritate me. It wasn’t like I was
the one who’d asked for her time, so I could fawn all over
her.
“ About the Created?” Erik
asked. Evidently he sensed my annoyance, and was attempting to draw
Victoria’s disapproving glare away from me.
It worked.
“ Yes and no.” Victoria
paused, weighing her next words carefully. “Have either of you
heard of the Poachers?”
My eyes went wide. Poachers. That was
what the agent in New York had called the phantom organization
hunting Created.
Victoria sighed.
“ I see you have. I was not
aware they were active in the States.”
“ I—we—only just heard of
them. In Manhattan, at that electrical fire you sent us to. One of
the other agents, Ray I think, he mentioned that—”
“ What about them?” the
councilwoman cut in.
“— they were hunting
Created,” I finished.
“ We have one in custody,”
Erik added. “Ray said the man would be taken to Vault, along with
the Created found in what was left of that apartment
building.”
Agitated, Victoria began to tap her
nails on the desk.
“ Why wasn’t I informed
immediately?” she demanded.
Though she was still looking at us,
she seemed to be talking to herself.
“ It was in the report,” I
snapped, feeling defensive.
Erik shot me a warning look. I rolled
my eyes. Until Ray used it in New York, the term “Poacher” was
foreign to me. How was I supposed to know that the mere mention of
the organization warranted an immediate call to
Victoria?
“ Have you questioned the
man? The one you believe to be a Poacher?” Victoria
asked.
“ Not yet,” Erik answered
evenly, at
made me want to scream at him, to demand that he let me in. To stop
pretending like everything was okay when it so clearly was not. But
I didn’t. I returned his smile with a fake one of my
own.
Victoria was deep in conversation with
one of her lackeys when we reached her. They were speaking
Portuguese, a language I spoke fluently. Or I thought I did,
anyway. Their word groupings and phrases made little sense to me,
in the context. Either they were talking in code, or Victoria was
ordering up a lavish breakfast for the short flight back to UNITED
headquarters in Bern, Switzerland.
When our fearless leader realized Erik
and I were standing there, and noticed the confused frown on my
face as I eavesdropped, she abruptly ended the conversation and
dismissed her companion with a flick of her wrist. Victoria arched
a perfectly groomed eyebrow while searching my face, silently
questioning how much I’d understood. The urge to greet her in
Portuguese was tempting. Though I hated to waste the opportunity to
irk her, between Erik’s clamshell act and my own sour mood, I
wasn’t up for our usual tete-a-tete today.
“ You wanted to see us?” I
said instead, in English.
“ Yes, I have a rather
delicate matter to discuss with you both,” she began, averting her
golden gaze.
“ Ominous,” I
replied.
A ghost of a smile touched Victoria’s
lips and she looked up from the electronic tablet she’d been
pretending to study.
“ Your ability to sum up a
situation so succinctly never ceases to amaze me, Agent
Lyons.”
“ Thank you,” I shot
back.
Okay, so maybe I was in
a slightly errant
mood.
“ Tals? Really?” Erik mentally chastised me.
Thrilled beyond belief that he was
talking inside my head, I beamed like a fool. This prompted
Victoria’s eyes to narrow suspiciously. She hated when we used
nonverbal communication in her presence.
“ Our tip line received a
rather disconcerting call several hours ago,” Victoria said a
little too loudly, as if needing to be heard over the silent
conversation taking place between Erik and me.
“ Okay,” I said slowly,
drawing out the syllables.
The tip line received “rather
disconcerting” calls all the time. That was where UNITED received
all of the Created sightings. Victoria was being more evasive than
usual, and it was beginning to irritate me. It wasn’t like I was
the one who’d asked for her time, so I could fawn all over
her.
“ About the Created?” Erik
asked. Evidently he sensed my annoyance, and was attempting to draw
Victoria’s disapproving glare away from me.
It worked.
“ Yes and no.” Victoria
paused, weighing her next words carefully. “Have either of you
heard of the Poachers?”
My eyes went wide. Poachers. That was
what the agent in New York had called the phantom organization
hunting Created.
Victoria sighed.
“ I see you have. I was not
aware they were active in the States.”
“ I—we—only just heard of
them. In Manhattan, at that electrical fire you sent us to. One of
the other agents, Ray I think, he mentioned that—”
“ What about them?” the
councilwoman cut in.
“— they were hunting
Created,” I finished.
“ We have one in custody,”
Erik added. “Ray said the man would be taken to Vault, along with
the Created found in what was left of that apartment
building.”
Agitated, Victoria began to tap her
nails on the desk.
“ Why wasn’t I informed
immediately?” she demanded.
Though she was still looking at us,
she seemed to be talking to herself.
“ It was in the report,” I
snapped, feeling defensive.
Erik shot me a warning look. I rolled
my eyes. Until Ray used it in New York, the term “Poacher” was
foreign to me. How was I supposed to know that the mere mention of
the organization warranted an immediate call to
Victoria?
“ Have you questioned the
man? The one you believe to be a Poacher?” Victoria
asked.
“ Not yet,” Erik answered
evenly, at
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