"So I just blame the boots and say I've been working on conditioning? That's it?"
The system gave a quiet buzz, but Izan wasn't taking that explanation. No sane person was.
"That has got to be the wackiest shit I have ever heard," Izan muttered, out loud in his mind, as he resumed control of his body.
"Still feels weird," he chuckled before dressing quickly.
With his phone shoved in his pocket, he left the room, the soft click of the door echoing behind him as he moved down the corridor.
He reached the conference room, pushed the door open… only to find it empty.
Before he could turn back, a voice came from behind.
"Izan."
He turned and saw Carlos Cuesta standing in the hallway, hands in his pockets, wearing a calm look, before shaking his head.
"Arteta's waiting for you," Carlos said, voice even, "but not here. He's down at the lobby."
Izan gave a small nod and then slipped past him, down the stairs behind.
