SWNOVELS Chapter THE TALK
The afternoon session was more of the same, and before I knew it, we headed home. Lars rode shotgun in the VTOL that picked us up. He waved, shooting an evil glance at Calter and the cynetics as he did, receiving daggers in return.
He laughed as we hopped in, patting me on the back. The doors closed and his face hardened. “I don’t trust them,” he grumbled. “Not after last time.” He took a gray connectivity sensor from his pack like Fitz had had.
I rolled my eyes. “Really—”
BEEP.
Lars raised an eyebrow. “Someone was tracking you. Take it off.” He motioned to my shirt. Calter, it had to be...
I slipped off my shirt and handed it to him. He opened the window and tossed it with a scowl before running the scanner along my arms and legs once more. Nothing.
“Agtha, Kamau.” After a quick inspection, we were deemed clean and landed not long after.
I’d let Calter get close and we’d almost paid for it with our lives.