"Shit," he muttered, then walked back to the car. Now that he had blown his cover, he could only hope that—

"Master Cyrus!" Tasia pointed the direction the jogger had gone. "That was her!"

"You sure?"

"Definitely!" Tasia turned to give chase, and he saw the others change directions to head after the jogger. Someone was giving orders now, and it wasn't him. Amida tucked his journal in a pocket and went after everyone.

Something was wrong, he could feel it, but he couldn't order the others back into position. As everyone moved away from the block, he made it to where the jogger had turned when he heard the...