For several moments, nobody spoke.
The patrol station continued moving around us, warriors coming and going with reports and schedules tucked beneath their arms, but the atmosphere had shifted. The reports remained spread across the center table while Braxton studied them in silence.
I hated when he did that. Braxton thought quietly, which usually meant everyone else had to wait.
Finally, he set the papers down. "Who filed these?"
I flipped to the last page and scanned the signatures while Braxton moved around the opposite side of the table. Around us, warriors continued filtering through the patrol station, exchanging reports and grabbing schedules before heading back out into the territory.
"Patrol Four and Patrol Seven."
Braxton nodded once. "Get them."
I looked up from the paper
