DORIAN
I had eyes on the training room.
Not because I had anticipated needing them there specifically; I had eyes on most of the Tower, most of the time, because that was the nature of what I was and what I did and what years of operating in the most dangerous political ecosystem in the wolf world had made of me.
Surveillance was not paranoia when you were the person people came to when they needed something found. It was simply the cost of being useful.
But today, the training room was where the interesting things were happening.
I watched the footage on my secondary screen while reviewing border intelligence on my primary one.
Multitasking was not a talent so much as a survival condition; knowing which screen deserved your actual attention was the skill, and today the primary scr
