The Pack's Hacker
I say quietly, as I take Saggio’s leg.
“One. Two. Three,” I count, then snap his shoulder back into place.
I sit back while Hacker shifts, grunting in pain as he does.
“I’m with you guys,” he says, looking at us and gingerly holding his arm against his body. “We have to have a mole.”
“Who?” Siren asks, having heard us. “The squads are all here. You can’t tell me it was Lace or Nix,” she says.
“Not the squads,” Hacker says.