Not unusual in and of itself. Except his gut was churning and his instinct was screaming. Trouble was coming and he was in no way prepared. He didn’t even know what it was. The human had requested this meeting through a very complex set of arrangements. He’d used her before. He had no idea what her name was or what she looked like—she always met him hidden under a heavy hood. He knew she was a trap though. A woman the enemy forces had put into play to leak false information. Of course, sometimes the information was correct. It wasn’t like he’d trust a traitor who was always wrong, would he? But she was late and he knew something was very, very wrong. Maybe it was her. Maybe she was late because she’d crossed the wrong person on her side of the fence. But he didn’t think so. He thought the uneasy feeling he had stemmed from the fact Daggar and Alrik were both planet-side and practically undefended. Both were with another woman, another human soldier who’d earned a very dangerous reputation for herself and whose allegiance was still uncertain.
