By Shadowlight Lake
Carson remained silent throughout, his face an impassive mask that didn't match the turmoil I could feel through our bond.
Finally, it was time. Odette and I changed into our disguises, professional blouses, tailored pants, lab coats, and fake glasses. My hair was pulled back into a severe bun, while Odette's platinum locks were concealed under a wig of mousy brown. We looked nothing like ourselves.
"Remember," Alexei said as we prepared to leave, "the moment you have solid evidence, you signal for extraction. Don't wait, don't push your luck."
"We know," Odette assured him, adjusting her earpiece. "In and out, like stealing cookies from the kitchen."