An encrypted ping buzzed from my wristband, startling me from the monotone voices of the regional heads I was having an enforcement schedule meeting with.
I took one glance at the message that came in, and my heart stopped.
We found her.
My chair screeched back.
"Meeting's over," I snapped, already halfway to the door as my head was ringing with the message.
Several officials called after me, confused at the abrupt dismissal. I was the one who’d called them in for a meeting after all, but I didn’t spare them a glance. Didn’t have time for that.
Not when I didn’t know if I’d be getting a ‘we lost her’ message from my guys again.
I hadn’t earned my title by coddling egos or caring to play politics. When something needed to be done, I did it. Fast. And without permission.
There was no
