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two are sorry excuses for guards, you know that?”
    Jax’s shoulders slumped, but Dominic argued, “She came out of nowhere! I didn’t even know what was happening until it was too late.”
    Christian held up a hand. “We need training; that much is clear.” He glanced over to a trussed up Natasha. Hands bound before her, she stood straight, her eyes telling Christian how much she loathed him. “And now we have someone who can train us.”
    “I’d rather die first,” Natasha spat out.
    Rubbing his mouth, he shrugged. “That can be arranged.”
    “You’re lying.”
    “ You’ll find out soon enough, Natasha ; I don’t lie.”

     
     
     
    He didn’t smile. There was his public face—the one he had carefully honed for years—confident, arrogant, carefree, grinning Ryder. Then there was the real Ryder—the one who never smiled. You would think it would be hard to pretend everything was okay when it wasn’t, but actually, it was easy. The UDKs had a system: you began as a recruit, advanced to an officer, then an agent, and few became superiors. There were a handful of them acting as superiors at any one time throughout the United States.
    He went through the motions—running five miles every morning followed by sit-ups, push-ups, and later, weight-lifting. Then there were the weaponry classes and the administrative lessons so he knew all about proper protocol and how to be a ‘good agent’—all the while existing as a person who wasn’t him, with the sole intent of becoming the best of something he despised.
    Ryder Delagrave was a fraud. 
    The cafeteria was white, squeaky clean, and filled with UDKs of varying ranks, all talking among themselves. It smelled like garlic and onions; sunlight glared in from several windows. By his choice, Ryder sat alone—and maybe a little of it was because people viewed him as a showoff. He wasn’t, not intentionally.
    “Officer Delagrave, I need you to make a run.”

     
    Dumping the lunch tray of barely touched spaghetti with meat sauce and garlic bread, he set it on the counter and looked at Agent Elaine Medina. “I have weaponry class.”
    Short and wiry with muscle, the agent was in her mid-forties. Her wardrobe consisted of pantsuits in neutral shades and her features were blunt, more masculine than feminine. Hair brown and streaked with gray, she kept it short and slicked back. She was another Superior August wannabe in an organization full of them. So many of them wanted the power, but did they really know what that power entailed? Maybe they did, and maybe it didn’t matter.
    “ Yes. And this takes precedence over class.”
    Ryder crossed his arms and stared the higher ranking official down. “Who gave the orders?”
    Her small brown eyes became even smaller. “It’s from Superior August; he personally requested you go. If you have a problem taking orders from me, you can talk to him.”
    Smoothly, calmly, he said, “Of course I don’t have a problem taking orders from you. I just know August doesn’t want me missing any classes, but if the order is from him—”
    “It is,” she bit out roughly.
    He shrugged. “Then I have no issue. What do you need me to do?” 
    Agent Medina leaned closer, bringing the scent of stale cigarettes and garlic with her. Ryder fought not to recoil. “About a dozen or so UDs were spotted an hour’s drive from here, in Lodi, Wisconsin. They were keeping to the back streets, heading out of town and toward the Iowa border. They aren’t showing up on the tracking devices, so we think they’re fugitives. Don’t approach them, just observe. Watch what they do, where they go.”
    “ If they aren’t showing up on the tracking devices, then how do you know they’re UDs? Why do you think they’re UDs?”
    “ They all have gray eyes.”
    “ Maybe they’re cousins.” He flashed his teeth.
    “ You’re not funny,” she coldly informed him.
    Sighing, he said, “They all have gray eyes. So? There’s no glow to