Harper
For a second I just looked at her, waiting for the part where she said kidding. It didn't come. Calloway didn't do kidding.
"Two is enough," Vane said. Flat, final. "More bodies, more noise. More noise out there, fewer people come back."
"Alliance directive." Calloway didn't glance up. "Three camps, three teams, one objective. I don't write them. I hand them out." A beat, dry as chalk. "Take it up with the Alliance. I'll wait."
Nobody did. You don't argue with the tide.
Calloway nodded at the door and two techs came in with a case.
They stripped my band and Vane's collar in under a minute and set a new pair on the table, identical to the old except for whatever was now buried inside them.
I watched the old collar go into the case. The gem that had turned green the night my ha
