It was just past noon, and the military canteen was buzzing with conversation, clattering trays, and low hum of fans. Seth McKay sat in the farthest corner alone, hunched over his lunch tray, a spoonful of steaming rice halfway to his mouth, when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He quickly glanced at the screen, then pressed the green button with his thumb, not bothering to stop chewing.
"Hey…" he said, his voice slightly muffled, rice still in his mouth.
"I checked the boy," William said on the other end.
That made Seth straighten slightly, the spoon still hovering in the air. He swallowed hastily and grabbed the bottle of water, washing it down before speaking again.
"Really? So what was the result? Is he the one?"
There was a pause. "It's complicated."
"Hmm?! Complicated how?!"
William exhaled through the line. "He is the young master of a wealthy family. Apparently, he had been taking self-defence classes for years, which explains the physique, the quick reaction."
