He especially liked the way she had her hair pulled back. He could see the slender column of her neck and throat, and the delicate bone structure of her face. He debated whether he could get up and move over a few seats when Morrow cleared his throat again. The older man glared at him again when Hawthorne finally relented.
"Each of you were chosen because we consider you the best in your field. At some point in the near future you will be contacted again. It could be days from now, or years, or maybe never again. Depending on the Breacher who has infiltrated our world, two of you will be paired to stop the creature. Stop, kill it, or send it back to Phadrea if circumstances allow. And under no condition should you let other people know what you"re doing. Knowledge of Breachers must remain
