Marcus’s point of view

Even though it was a calm morning, my thoughts were anything but calm.

With a hot cup of black coffee in front of me, I sat in my office and read over the border patrol reports from the morning. The number of rogue sightings had gone up over the last three weeks not much, but enough to make me uneasy.

I tapped my finger on the surface and looked for patterns in the notes. According to the majority of the reports, lone rogues were evading our zone, never completely breaking in, but testing the boundaries like predators looking for openings. That implied that someone was organizing...