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buries his face in my neck again for a moment, and I try not to spontaneously combust before he moves away. "Good luck."
    "Thank you." I frown after him. That's all? I thought he was going to brief me. I turn to Mika, and he takes the dossier.
    "We've already gone over most of the information you need, pup." He flicks through the file quickly before closing it with a snap. "Yup, that's pretty much it. C'mon, let's get you kitted out." I trail after him to the armory and hover in the doorway as he flits about, picking up and discarding weapons as he goes.
    "I thought Donovan was gonna brief me?" I tense even though I know Mika won't hit me for questioning him. Old habits die hard.
    Mika smirks. "I already briefed you, pup, you know that. Donovan just wanted to send you off properly."
    "Oh." I frown and watch him prance around. The armory's pretty big, the right half devoted to the guns lining the walls and tables, the left side to blades of all different types and sizes. There's a work table in the back for the quartermaster so he can repair the weapons if need be. Right now, there's a mostly disassembled handgun on top of the glass.
    "Alright, here." I take the three knives and gun he hands me automatically. "Is that good, or do you want another knife?"
    I shrug as I strap the knives on. "I'm fine with three." Two of the knives go in my boots, and I set the other one down as I slide on my shoulder holster. It doubles as a knife holster since I can't shoot worth shit with my left hand, but can use a knife just fine with both hands.
    Back in the training room, I grab my jacket and slip it on, shrugging to settle it around the holster. I hate wearing concealed weapons, but even though the humans let us do our business our way for the most part, they balk at letting us wave our guns around in public. It makes sense, I guess.
    Mika grins. "My baby's all grown up."
    My whole body goes stiff. "Am I kitted out to your satisfaction?" I ask, leaning away slightly, and he frowns.
    "Reese, you have to chill out sometimes," he says, crossing his arms and taking on his 'I am your trainer and you will obey me' pose. "Can't you take a joke?"
    "You … were joking?" Dammit. I can't tell half the time, even with the smiling, because the others always smiled when they tried to trap me so they'd have an excuse to beat me up. Not that they needed an excuse, not really, after I disobeyed Ryan last time.
    Mika sighs. "We'll talk about this later, pup. Now go out and kill that damn rogue."
    I nod and keep my eyes lowered, just in case. "Yes, sir."
    *~*~*
    "Clever," I mutter. "Very clever."
    The dragon gives me a slow smirk. "You did say to come talk to you after you started killing for them." He's sprawled in a chair across the metal table from me. I glance around the small, stark white interrogation room with some irritation.
    "I did, but I didn't mean right after," I say. I shift carefully in my own seat and cradle the cup of coffee that was waiting for me when they brought me in here. "I would've liked a shower first, for one." I'm too tired for my words to have any bite, though, and the dragon laughs.
    "This was the best way we could get you alone," he says. "I admit, though, we were expecting to have to fabricate some destroyed property as an excuse to bring you in."
    I wince. "Feral for one wolf isn't always the same feral as another," I say. "We didn't think he'd be lucid enough to set a trap."
    "Will you be okay?" There's a note of something like genuine concern in the dragon's voice, but I ignore it. I pull my coffee closer.
    "Yeah. Nothing serious. I've been thrown through storefronts before." He nods, and there's a pause before he visibly changes gears.
    "So how're things?" he asks, sing-songy like we're friends.
    "Going good," I say and take a sip of my coffee. It burns my tongue, but it's hazelnut, so I don't care. I can feel every single cut and ache from that damn rogue. A few singed taste buds is nothing compared to that. "I'm still