"…'Forward their file to Wade personally,'" Robin's voice was calm yet edged with amusement, his low chuckle echoing faintly through the air like a subtle note of mockery.
For a fleeting moment, the name Holak almost left his lips. But then he remembered—Holak, who had only recently been assigned the delicate mission of assembling the Fourth Guard Division, the Gravity division, had far more pressing concerns than to waste time meddling in such insignificant, peripheral matters. The man had no leisure for trivial politics.
So, who among the remaining guards could handle this task? Latania, Wade, and Malek…
Latania would have been an excellent choice if what he sought was the outbreak of an open war. She was brilliant in combat, a storm given form, but that battle-obsessed woman would never grasp the nuance of a mission rooted in stealth, disruption, and the art of looting. She would charge through the gates before even hearing the plan.
That left only Malek and Wade.
