SSS-Class Profession: The Path to Mastery

The phone buzzed again in my hand. I hadn’t let go. Anthony’s voice crackled through the speaker, sharp now, alarmed.

"Boss, you still there? What’s going on?"

I brought the phone back to my ear. "Anthony, start triangulating my location."

"You’re using a burner, Reynard. There’s no GPS data. You didn’t want to be tracked."

"Figure it out," I said through clenched teeth, my voice low, fast, steady. "This is an emergency."

There was a beat of silence. Then: "Understood. I’ll find a workaround. Give me a minute."

I didn’t have a minute.

I pushed off the wall and started walking down the narrow passageway of the jet. The girls had heard my outburst, their heads poking out from their seats, startled, confused. Alexis started to speak, but I held up a hand without slowing.

"Rey—"

"Not now," I said. Not unkindly. Just... focused. There wasn’t time.

My thoughts were unraveling in sequence, one deduction bleeding into the next. I tapped into the Detective job, letting it run wild in the background.