The moment I left the hospital, I met Wale and Miriam waiting for me, with gloomy looks on their faces. Oh God, I wasn't ready for any form of bad news right now. "What's wrong?"
Miriam sang. "The council asked to see us."
"Understandable. What's with the look?"
Wale gritted his teeth. "The security enforcer I shot an arrow through his head died. Protocol demands I have to tell the council."
Miriam chimed in. "If he does, he could be suspended for months or kicked out of the fighters taskforce. He would be blacklisted. The council doesn't joke with something like that."
My eyes linked with theirs. It hardened. "Then we don't tell them what really happened. We'll debrief them and leave that out."
Wale raised his eyebrow. "Do you think that's okay?"
"Do you want to get kicked out?" He
