“Do you see them now?”
Harrick looked away from the small binoculars he held with a grim look. “I do,”
“How sure are you, it is them?” Harrick asked, with the same skeptic drawl in his tone, ever since the initiation of the plan.
“You are not having second thoughts, are you?”
He glanced over his shoulder at the looming figure of his partner, standing in the doorway. Standing in the shadows like always, he thought to himself.
“They are the best shifters in the order,” he simply answered.
“Skill is not enough in this situation. If this goes sideways it will blow back on....”
“It will not!” Harrick raised a brow at his tone. He let out a sigh and his style returned to the normal subtle tone he always used, “This plan is over a decade old, Lord Harrick, have a little faith,”
“Faith is the luxury of lost souls, we better not be lost,” Harrick spat.