Austin's POV
After the meeting with Tracker ended, Lara and I made our way back to her dormitory room. The encounter had left me restless, craving concrete answers instead of more waiting. Now we found ourselves in another holding pattern, this time for someone called Alan to work his digital magic.
"Bill might be onto something with these code names," I muttered, settling at my laptop while Lara curled up nearby with her own computer.
"Everyone here seems obsessed with them," she agreed, tucking her legs beneath her.
My email notification chimed, and Isabella's name appeared in my inbox. I clicked it open, scanning her familiar casual tone.
