“What do the greens want with me?”

The handler looked up. “Ah. You again. Caught another one following you?”

She flopped down in a chair. “How’d you guess?” she asked dryly.

“Well, none of our other troops come in every other day and tell us ‘The greens are chasing me around! They’re stalking me!’ They all put up with it. They all recognize it as part of the job.” He stood and leaned in close. “Get used to it!”

She was a bit taken aback. “That was unnecessary.”

“It’ll be unnecessary when you figure out what you’re doing and why you’re here. Now. If you’ve finished your daily whining, the bosses have a job they want you to do.”

The dossier was brief but informative. “Why do they want me? Shouldn’t one of the more experienced ones do this?”

The handler glared. “That’s what I told them, but … the bosses will do what they will. So, are you in or are you out?”

After an apprehensive moment, she told him, “I’m in.”