"Okay," I said, a faint smile tugging at my lips. "And who will I be listening too?"
"Roman," Drakon said, his voice dropping into a low, steady rumble. "Leader of the Phantom Syndicate."
"I know the name," I replied instantly, my mind racing through files of tactical profiles I had memorized back at the academy.
Drakon leaned slightly against the edge of the desk, his dark eyes narrowing as he evaluated me. "Have you ever met him? Or any of their higher-ups?"
I paused, reaching back through my memory, sifting through missions and debriefs. "No. My friend Linda worked a joint op involving them once, but I was never on the ground for it."
"So they shouldn't know your face?"
"No," I shook my head, checking the risk assessment in my mind. "I don't think so. But what exactly do I need to
