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He just glares at me, not answering.

“Not using our real names, huh, Harris?” Razor points out.

I throw my hands up in the air. “What’s the point?”

“Anyway,” Synn interrupts. “What do we do about Pazessca?”

“Go find her and keep an eye on her. Don't approach her just yet. We need to see how she is acting.”

Synn salutes sarcastically, and they all file back out.

Phoenyxx

I'm stalking the grounds, looking for my other targets. That's all they are to me now—targets. I'm walking through the hall in the admin building, when someone grabs my arm. I shake them off, snapping my head to the side to see who dared to touch me.

“Solomon, come to my office. We have things to discuss.” Augustine. Great.

I follow him, and he shuts the door behind me. “I’ve been briefed on the situation here. I have a list of instructions you must follow to the letter.”

I nod. “Continue.”

He slides a paper across the desk. “These are in order they must be taken care of in. Start at one, then work your way down.”

I glance at the list, grinning at the approved chaos. The first two make me grin wider. The rest are basically kill-orders. I guess I’m The Retreat’s mercenary now. "It will be my pleasure, Director. But know; I have a few things I need to deal with first.”

“Fine, fine. Just do it quickly.”

I stand, folding the paper and shoving it in the pocket of my sweatpants.

Before I can go, he thrusts a bag and my phone toward me. “Here are the items the students will be asking for. You know what to do.”

I nod sharply, grabbing the bag, and leave his office. First stop—my old room. I need to change.

I let myself into my room, shutting the door behind me. I smile when I see the special keycard lying on the dresser. Good—I can get in anywhere now.

I shed the old clothes, trading them for a pair of black, tight jeans, a cropped tee, and my black combat boots. I guess Valley’s clothes were put in my closet, since I know these were hers. I'm glad I don’t feel. It's just a note to self.

I go in search of the other four assholes. I walk inside the cafeteria, looking for anyone. It must be mealtime. Students are packed in here.

I scan the room, not seeing anyone. Except Destiny and her bitches, who all glare at me. I ignore them, going to the kitchen.

“Hey, you’re not supposed to be back here!” A staff member calls out.

“I have permission. Ask Augustine.”

They turn back around fast. I walk the perimeter, spying the food storage in the back. I slip into the aisles, seeing a familiar, silver-haired head. He's hunting for snacks, it looks like.

Whistling a tune, I walk right up behind him. “Frosty...”

He whips around, dropping the box he was holding. “Killer!”

I give him a fake smile. “Let’s talk. We need privacy, though.”

He pauses, then ushers me farther into the food aisles. I see a large, metal structure, and it clicks—the freezer.

Perfect.

I pretend not to notice it as I move closer. The door stands open, which is ideal for my plan. “After you,” I usher him right up to the doorway.