Raven Headquarters.
The night felt as cold as water.
A single incandescent lamp illuminated the study, and with no one speaking, the chilly night deepened into a haunting silence.
Perhaps due to a nagging sense of unease, Quiana Sutton lit a cigarette, the rising smoke quickly obscuring her face.
Durrell Landon turned and glanced at her, his quiet deep-set eyes stirred by a ripple as he watched her indistinct visage.
After finishing her cigarette, Quiana noticed Durrell's prolonged silence and took the initiative to speak: "So, you brought me back from the airport. Do you have any good plans?"
Durrell averted his eyes from her face, "We could split into two teams; I'll rescue Alexander Skylane, you head to Sutton Group. With both places encountering issues, Nathan Firth should be overwhelmed."
He paused at this point, "Though it's uncertain whether Nathan Firth will prioritize the Dark Hall or the Sutton Group."
