Neither Dax nor I slept at all last night. The sun was barely visible above the trees, but we were already dressed and ready to go. I was back in my comfy cargo pants, but this time, I have knives strapped to my leg and tucked in my waist. I had a black tank top tucked in so my gun vest fit better without my shirt bunching up under it. The tracker shows him deep in the mountains so we will be going on foot after being dropped in by an airplane. Only a few of us are going, since staying under the radar is more important. Obviously Dom, Dax and I are going. Mom, Ben and another warrior named Kevin are also going. Kevin grew up in the mountains, so bring him made more sense. Dad is staying behind to make sure nothing happens and to help Brittany monitor the tracker. He isn’t happy about it, but since mom is the one with the powers; she needed to go. “You ready?” Mom asked me via mind-link. “Yeah, just finishing up tying my boots up.” “Great, the tracker still hasn’t changed. We nee
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