(Kael)
I'm reviewing patrol reports when Cassian knocks on my office door. He looks like hell. The color has drained from his face and he's gripping the doorframe to stay upright.
"Come in."
He enters and sits without being told. That tells me how bad he feels. Cassian never sits without permission.
"You look terrible."
"I'm fine."
"You're not fine. You had severe silver poisoning yesterday."
"I need to report what we learned about the rogues."
I want to send him back to Dr. Monroe but I know he won't go until he's said what he came to say. "Tell me."
"They're trained fighters. Not just random outcasts. They had silver weapons, coordinated tactics, combat experience. The leader was fast and skilled. He knew what he was doing."
"How many did you encounter?"
"Three alive when we f
