"I didn't know what else to say."
"Maybe that I had an allergy reaction--a f*cking throat rash maybe--and I left my medication inside the office?"
"I'm sorry, okay? I still managed to get us in, didn't I?"
She grunts. I go over to her desk, pulling drawers open. "Hey, do you have any idea what he meant by 'The Operation'?"
"No, and I don't care. Let's just grab the stuff and get out of here."
"We're not grabbing anything, Soph."
"Oh, that's right, I don't even know the details of this plan. Care to finally enlighten me?"
I pause long enough to sigh. "We just need to check the folders of the tragic three and see if there's a pattern somewhere. Maybe they're all the same species."
Maybe I could finally know what I am.
She plops down and kicks her feet up, the movement clunky next to
