A walk in the forest, away from Camp, always calmed me down, and released tension. The fact that I was dragging behind me a body should be irrelevant.  His body was heavy. The forest around me sang with life. The owls cooed in the night, and the dragons squalled to their hatchlings. How, in the center of all that liveliness, could someone be stone dead? It didn’t matter. It was my job to make sure no one found out.
The one who took action was always Rick. He was by far the sneakiest, and the deadliest, of the group. And Sophie? She is the go-getter of information. If she even has the slightest thought that you’re one of them, she will know your whole life story in minutes to find out. The mastermind of our organization put me on the job of clean up. I’ve become used to it, since I was the best at making sure things stay hidden when I don’t want them to be found. The mastermind always has jobs for us. We are always kept busy. This way, we don’t have time to ponder our motives for the things we do.