Ewan thought the current situation regarding the Grey Disease and its instigators had grown stale. Even though he felt well-rested after days of inactivity on that front, there was still an unsettling undercurrent he couldn't quite explain.
Something is brewing. He was sure of it. Something he wasn't aware of–an unawareness that was making him restless.
He knew their enemies weren't resting—no, not after the strategic usurping of their plans by moving Athena's lab somewhere else. That move would have been the last straw to break the camel's back—not even Morgan's capture could compare. The latter had been nothing more than a pawn.
Rhythmically, his pen tapped on the desk as he watched Spider through a video call. On-screen, his friend flipped through a few papers on a table with his left hand while holding chopsticks poised over a hexagonal carton of Chinese takeout noodles.
Didn't his friend ever get tired of eating this sort of food? Ewan wondered for the umpteenth time.
