“Cass, grab Novol, Vaden and Sarese. Pedro and his backup team can come too if he thinks they’re ready. We meet in the Gate Room in ten.”
With a heavy sigh, Jack paced across the corridor, then turned around. He let his gaze linger on each of them for a moment. “There’s an athali field just behind the school,” he said. “We go in that way. This is quick, quiet and low-pro. So, if anyone here is fantasizing about going all John Wick on these guys...”
Jack looked directly at Harry.
“The mission comes first,” Harry agreed. “I promise to keep the anger in check.”
“Good stuff,” Jack replied. “Grab your gear.”
Sora couldn’t stop crying.
It was undignified; she knew that, but she didn’t care. Who wouldn’t be distraught when confronted by violent men such as these? She knew nothing about them
