Tracker
I follow Raptor out of the dining hall and into a private area where we can talk. He looks around, making sure we’re alone before turning back to me.
He scrubs his hands over his face. “I couldn’t have found you at a worse possible time. I can’t stay, not right now.”
“I know. You’re in the middle of an operation, an operation you’re running,” I say to him. I do work for all of the elite warriors, tracking down the people they’re looking for so they don’t waste time hunting for someone who has already moved. Raptor was promoted to his position two years ago and runs a very effective team.
He sighs and looks at me. “I’m Kit, codename Raptor. You probably don’t have your codename yet,” he says. He must think I’m a first year.
“I know who you are, Raptor. I’m Tracker,” I say and s
