The thing about Pack Sense was that it ran both directions.
Soren had spent two weeks reading the three frequencies the way you read a dashboard, glance and move on.
He'd forgotten a dashboard could read back.
He hadn't told any of them the plan.
He'd told Grimm, the dark, nobody else.
But he'd made the decision on the roof with Yara's hand on his sleeve, and a decision that big moved through the bonds whether he wanted it to or not.
By evening all four of them knew he was going to do something.
None of them knew what. That gap was apparently intolerable.
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Selah arrived first, which meant she'd planned to be first.
She knocked once and walked in without waiting. She had a folder under her arm and a face built to give nothing away.
"Combat review," she said. "We never finished the Tier-4 breakdown."
"It's nine at night."
"You're leaving early tomorrow."
She sat on the edge of his bed and opened the folder to a page that had nothing to do with Tier-4 anything.
