Catching The Spy

Xander had barely gotten out of bed when his phone vibrated on the nightstand. He reached for it, still groggy from sleep, and glanced at the caller ID. It was Asher.

And Asher calling so early in the morning wasn't a good sign, especially given the severity of their conversation last night.

Xander glanced at the other side of the bed to make sure the ringing tone of his phone hadn't disturbed her sleep. Seeing that she was still comfortable, he moved the bed covers and got out of bed before leaving the room entirely.

Taking the stairs, he quickly pressed the answer button on his phone screen before placing the phone against his ear.

"Good morning, Asher." Xander's voice was rough with sleep. "What's up?"

"We move today," Asher's firm voice came through. "The Major has given the order to catch the spy before sunset."