“He’s dead, let’s move on.”

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Their charge, a wealthy merchant from the next country over, dead before they arrived.

This wasn’t how missions were supposed to go. Their contact had only been hours prior, and judging by the state of the body, he’s been dead for at least two days.

The comment strikes a nerve. She was right, however, training dictated they couldn’t mourn and had to focus, and they didn’t even know the man. Still.

“Move.” They were in a trap.