“Good. You’re here,” greeted Axel as Ryker placed his luggage on the couch and took off his coat.

“Sorry I’m late, I had to activate my tracker.”

Axel scoffed under his breath and resumed typing away. “She won’t die when you take your eyes off her.”

“Leal was with her.”

“You did a good job. Pass me the tracker later.”

It was Ryker’s time to scoff. He neared Axel and looked at his screen. A frown creased his forehead when he caught sight of the masked men in the ...