The script line appeared at 7:42 while Soren was eating cold toast in the cafeteria.
EXTRACTION TEAM. EAST GATE. ELEVEN HUNDRED.
The script did not say what was being extracted.
Soren knew anyway because there was only one asset at this academy that Vasquez Senior had been circling for weeks and her name was Grimm.
He set the toast down.
Three hours and eighteen minutes.
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He made four contacts in ninety minutes.
Maren first.
She was in the training yard with her study group, running thermal drills against Hansel's barriers.
Soren crossed the yard, stopped two feet from her, said "East gate, ten forty-five, bring heat," then walked away before she could answer.
Her fox ears tracked him across the yard.
Selah second.
She was in the second-floor corridor heading toward the library, frost tracing her fingers. He caught her at the turn.
"East gate. Ten forty-five."
"Why?"
"Someone's coming for Grimm."
