~Tate’s Point of View~
The next morning when we return to the Hair of the Dog, Trek isn’t even there. It’s just the bartender. He gives us another map, and again we go and find the packages like good little minions. By the time we’re making the last pick up, I’m nearly coming out of my skin.
*Tate you in range,* I hear, as I jump down from a tree. Megan shifted to go on a quick hunt, but I was trying to hold out for something to eat later.
*Yeah Shane go ahead,* I reply, over mind-link.
I’m relieved to hear his voice honestly, anyone but Megan. I listen patiently as he relays some updates from the others that are undercover. He mentions there’s still no sign of the bar owner, and they believe there may be some sort of mutiny going on. I tell him things seem relatively normal at the Hai
