“Precisely, Cadet Carlson.”
Wil looked over his shoulder to study his students. “The benefit of any potential security measure,” he began, “must be measured against the potential harm if that measure is misused.”
The clock chimed.
“And that's it for today,” Wil said. “Read chapters twenty-three through twenty-five for next week's lecture, and we'll see you soon.”
After a brief lunch at the Student Centre – her courses were held on the campus of the University of Denabria – Melissa was ready to meet up with Jon Andalon. No doubt he would have spent the last two days putting together leads on these Sons of Savard, and he would want all the help he could get.
Double doors slid apart, allowing her to see a field of concrete where benches were positioned between tall, black lampposts. Beyo
