"A job for your Spymaster?"
The short man tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrow - a response that would have been deemed unacceptable by Alpha Lincoln.
"Yes," Alpha Walker nodded, "but...also a job for my brother."
The man drew a sharp breath as he considered Alpha Walker's words, then gestured towards a large wooden desk with two chairs on one side of the spacious but surprisingly utilitarian office.
"You had better take a seat then, Alpha," the man said as he sat behind the desk, "and if you would like to avoid drawing any unnecessary suspicion over your trip to my quarters, you had better make it brief."
"I understand," Alpha Walker nodded and sat on the chair opposite his Spymaster - the man he had, I thought, addressed as his brother.
"I take it you are hoping to find
