Tobias
Brent knocked once and stepped into the study without waiting for a reply—because he knew better than to interrupt unless it was important.
The fire snapped behind me. The whiskey in my glass had gone untouched. I didn’t look up.
“Is it done?” I asked.
He crossed the room and extended a thick cream envelope. “It just arrived. From the contact you’ve been waiting on.”
I took it and opened it slowly. My pulse stayed even. My expression blank. But inside?
A low hum began to build.
Like the start of a storm.
I unfolded the letter and scanned it quickly. Handwritten. Neat. Direct.
Training mission locations confirmed.
Four days. Begins day after tomorrow.
First two: group formation.
Last two: solo survival.
Nevara’s exact drop zone enclosed.
I read it twice, committing ever
