They were on the same side, so it was vital to share critical intel.
"You guys are incredible.
And about yesterday... sorry about that. Felicia insisted on tagging along when we came over,"
York said apologetically.
"If she's tailing you, then don't come knocking on our door,"
Owen said, his brow furrowing.
"This isn't a game. Bringing that woman into this is nothing but a massive liability."
"She wouldn't dare compromise the mission, would she?"
Callum asked defensively.
"I'll admit, your combat skills are solid. But you grew up in a military bubble. You have no idea how twisted human nature can really be,"
Owen stated flatly.
"Listen to me: there are secrets you cannot let Felicia near, or you'll pay the price. If anything goes sideways because of her, I'll be the first to report you both."
The two men stiffened, feeling the weight of the threat. "Relax. We aren't idiots,"
Callum shot back.
Owen gave him a sidelong glance, entirely unconvinced. He looked exactly like an idiot to him.
When they headed down to the dining area, Mira and Owen both wore sunglasses to hide their bloodshot eyes from the lack of sleep.
They grabbed a table and were chatting quietly over their food when Felicia suddenly stormed over. "Why didn't anyone tell me you were coming down for breakfast?"
"Who made the rule that we all have to eat together?"
Callum sneered, not bothering to hide his annoyance at Felicia.
"You... why did you leave me all alone in the dorms while you came down to eat?"
"Did your legs stop working? Or did you suddenly forget the way downstairs?"
York rarely spoke up, but Callum had zero patience for her attitude.
Felicia opened her mouth to argue, but her gaze snapped to Mira sitting at the table with them, and her fury ignited.
"York! I can't believe you're fraternizing with her. I'm reporting you to our superiors!"
"Reporting me for what? Eating breakfast in the dining hall?
You're a lunatic!"
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