Chapter Seventeen
“That’s it, Makey,” Harrington said through her teeth. “When we get back to London, you’re on your own. No more mentoring. You’re not fit to work in security or anywhere else where people put their lives in your hands.”
The security officer was somewhere off to Carl’s right. They were nearly back at the snowmobiles. He could see them a short distance away, black against the pale gray ice.
Harrington’s words were the first she’d spoken since they’d left the remains of the Shadow base. Her pitch was low and calm, but it was clear she was in an absolute rage.
“What? Why?” came the kid’s voice from his left.
“I gave you a direct order to stay by the rope. You disobeyed. You followed us to the Shadow base. If there’s one thing you must never, ever do, it’s disobey an orde
