*Sifting through the files in front of him, he let out a heavy sigh. The numbers didn't lie, they'd lost contact with several of their informants, as well as their agents. A few hadn't checked in for over a month now. In normal agencies, that wouldn't be anything to worry extensively about. With his team? Jesus, in a month they could create more mayhem and destruction than the combined agencies of all of Psiforce were able to handle. Scrubbing a tired hand over his face, he shook his head. One more week and he'd have to send out feelers to figure out where the hell his wayward people had gotten off to.*
*The next report made him pause. There had been a few sightings of a tiger in the bayou. The police had dismissed it, but just in case, it had somehow wound up in his inbox for further checking. Staring into the hub of activity that was causing chaos outside his door, he frowned. The Ryanns were busy with the Den, which meant Kaleva and Ayesha were as well. Other teams wouldn't know where to begin with tiger shifters, if that's what it was. And yet, there was only one known tiger colony that still existed after the Chasers had nearly wiped them out. He knew there were still two Ryann's MIA, so it made sense to send another to check it out. They'd know immediately whether it was another shifter. There was only one available, so the pain in the ass got the job he didn't ask for. Sending an alert to the eldest Ryann, he tucked the files back where they belonged.*
*He'd seen the orange transfer folder. He wasn't ready to deal with that one yet, as he hadn't been aware any transfer was incoming. Every other headache, including that particular one, could wait until he got rid of the one currently brewing behind his temples.*
*He'd seen the orange transfer folder. He wasn't ready to deal with that one yet, as he hadn't been aware any transfer was incoming. Every other headache, including that particular one, could wait until he got rid of the one currently brewing behind his temples.*