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Marital Status: Single

Kids: None

Pretty basic—but interesting it does list this place as his current location. I’m glad my extra program was able to locate this, without a bunch of extra hacking needed. I refresh, trying to stimulate a fresh ping on location. No luck, dammit.

Sighing, I move on to the sealed file. I pull up my screen of code, flying through every trick in my arsenal. I know this likely will take a while, so I settle back in my chair to wait.

I must have dozed off. The alert sound on my computer has me bolting up, rubbing my eyes. I pull my chair closer, seeing the results.

The file is open. Finally—something to track! I click, my eyes widening when I read what's listed there.

Notice:

RE: Sgt. Hunter Harris

Date: Feb 27, 2019

Sergeant Hunter Harris has hereby been separated from the United States Marine Corps with the following discharge status:

Dishonorable Discharge

Reason: Sergeant Harris led a team of soldiers in Afghanistan. On his command, a group of civilians all under the age of thirteen were shot and killed. Sergeant Harris failed to properly identify the proposed targets before ordering an open fire command thus resulting in multiple losses of life.

Whoa. That’s all I can see of the document—but holy shit! This explains some things. But it sends a bunch of questions flying through my mind too. How is he a therapist at a reform school? Lining up the dates, it seems he must have enlisted at twenty-one, then was discharged at twenty-seven. Since he’s thirty-three now, he must have had at least four years of education to get a degree.

I shake my head, trying to figure out what high school he went to. There are a lot of high schools between here and his birthplace of Hammonton, so I'll have to narrow down the search.

I settle in to do even more hacking. I’m so exhausted, my bones hurt. I don’t even know what day it is, let alone the last time I ate or slept. I know I need to stay sharp. My work could be the only thing that gets Iskra back.

I push away from my desk, standing up and wincing at the stiffness. I aim for the kitchen to quickly fuel, then get right back to work.

Chapter 11

Frost

I'm silently trailingDestiny after the bomb that was dropped about an arranged marriage to Synn. There's a big chance that our fathers have a similar plan in mind. There's no way I’ll marry anyone that isn’t my Killer.

I really think she knows a lot more than we originally thought. We already know she’s the go-to person to smuggle shit into this place. Which means she has an in with the Director. If she has any idea where Killer is, I’ll wring it out of her neck, while choking her to her last breath. Synn would love that; he can’t stand the bitch. None of us can. Not after the shit she pulled when we were hitting puberty.

Frost Age 13

I'm kicked back in Synn’s pool house, a fat joint hanging from my lips. My head is leaned back on the sofa, and I exhaleslowly. The buzz works its way through me, calming me. I needed this after dealing with my piece-of-shit father.

The door opens, and Destiny strolls in. She smiles, batting her lashes. She moves right in front of me. “Hey, Frost. Need some... stress relief?”

I look at her in amazement. She surely can’t mean...

She hits her knees, going for the button and zipper on my jeans. “Lift,” she whispers, blushing. I comply, and she slides my jeans down to my ankles. I'm commando, as usual. She gasps when she sees my large cock, standing at attention like it always seems to be.

Destiny leans in, looking up at me beneath her lashes. She tentatively touches my cock, her hand circling the base. She pauses, waiting to see if I’ll object. When I don’t, she licks her lips, then takes the head into her mouth. I jerk, feeling it to my toes. I've never had a BJ before. I guess Des is acceptable.

She takes my whole length, hollowing her cheeks and sucking. My hips buck, and I let out a low moan. I'm not going to last long. I'm a virgin in the ways that count. Meaning I’ve never been inside a woman—mouth or pussy.

I feel my balls tighten up, and I grab her by the hair to hold her in place. As I empty my load into her mouth, I hear someone else coming in. I look up—it’s Synn. The look of shock and betrayal on his face has me pushing her off me.

“You okay, man?” I ask, concern lacing my voice.

“Traitorous bitch,” he spits Destiny’s way. “You said only me!”