salute [james conrad] 1

Prologue

"Sir, we already have Conrad, why do we need another person on the team? Isn't one tracker enough?" Asks Houston Brooks. 

They navigate the streets of Bristol, avoiding bumping into people on the sidewalks. 

Randa nods as he holds the umbrella above their heads. He looks at Brooks. 

"I know. He is indeed one of the best trackers. But I need one more person. A person who is essential on this team" 

"And what would make this person... essential to have on the team?" Brooks asks. 

" You ever heard of a Ranger?" He questions, looking at Brooks. 

Brooks sighs, adjusts his glasses and then shakes his head. 

Randa smiles. 

"They're highly trained, eliteborn army. Ready to strike and defend at any moment. Tell me, Brooks. We have a tracker. But do we have a Ranger?" He questions, yet again. 

Brooks shakes his head. 

"There you have it. My person can help you survive in the most unbearable situations" He says, pride on his tone. 

"Well, can I at least know his name?" Brooks asks. 

Randa stops walking and looks at Brooks, a smile on his face. 

"He? Who ever mentioned that the person I was recruiting was a he?"