Chapter Twenty Five

ANNA

Monday morning, we're not at the training field.  

Some of us have been sent to a conference room.  I walk in and see River, Blade, Zeke and Stevens up front.  There's a long table down the middle of the room with border agents dotting the chairs. 

I look around the room and see Michael.  Instinctively, I head over and sink into a chair beside him.

"Hey."  He says watching me sit.

"Hi.  I guess you know what this is about?:  I lean on the table.

He nods.  His face dark and concerned.  "Karver."

"Yep."  I nod.  "We're gonna put him down this time.  No more games."

He cracks a smile.  "Damn right."  He offers a fist bump and I return it.

Stevens clears his throat.  "Okay.  Good morning."  He looks around the room.  

He continues.  "You're here because you've been selected as the best agents an