Professor Phoenix Lamoure. Actually, the guy was a TA, not a professor. He was going to have to ride Danny next time he spoke to the man. It wasn't often that the office sent out incorrect information, and he made the most of it when they did. Of course he'd rib Danny privately. No need to get him in trouble with the boss. Nigel didn't have much of a sense of humor. Phoenix Lamoure was a tiger shifter like himself, even if the man didn't know it yet. A lot of shifters remained dormant and died never knowing what they really were. The Saffron Tigers, though, they were nearly extinct, so they didn't have the luxury of letting their kind discover themselves, or not. Headquarters searched out potential weres and Grio, or Janey or Tuplo, were sent to flush them out. Grio looked at the file again, examining the black-and-white image closely to make sure he'd recognize Phoenix when he saw the man. There were only one hundred and nineteen Saffron Tigers left and they needed numbers, needed safety.
