-Andrew-
I shouldn’t have a guard for this trip. At least when Grandpa Joseph was running things, they called him a driver. Of course, he was his guard, but calling him the driver didn’t make him look like such a little b***h.
Michael has been driving us to the training ground. I think Liam and I have a thorough list of what to look for, but the biggest issue will be to find what they’re hiding.
“Ready?” Liam asks.
I nod, glancing as a bunch of tents comes into view. This was the inspiration for our own camp at home, though here the older boys move into a building. At home, Dad keeps us all in the tents unless it’s our weekend off. Well, he did.
Liam and I didn’t actually graduate, but we came back from the rogue land last time expecting to get to work. What’s the point of a
