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With my thoughts and emotions in an uproar, I’ve still got to get to class. Campus has been a mess. A low enrollment rate this term has all the gods on edge, and I don’t want Artemis using me as the example for what happens to students who are tardy.
As I rush to the clearing where we’re meeting, Artemis is already calling the class to attention. It’s an interdisciplinary class, so spies are mixed in with the trackers and the assassins.
Artemis addresses us. “You’ll remember from spring term the exercises we did pairing a tracker with an assassin. This term we will take that same exercise to the next level. Now quickly pair off so we can begin.”
I wave to Greg where he and Cassie are standing off by themselves. Greg and I worked together last semester and while we were never top of t
