Inside the building, the masked woman was staring at Morc, who was holding that wooden staff. He waved it before her again, then extended his hand and said:
"So, do we have a deal?"
But before she could reply, a massive explosion occurred outside. The building shook and its walls cracked under the force, yet neither of them moved. Morc's smile stayed on his face, while the masked woman remained silent. Each of them knew very well what this meant. A certain assimilator had just died.
Morc cast a glance through the window and saw scattered pieces of flesh and organs. And although his smile remained, it carried much gloom. He turned back to her and said:
"It seems things have gone off track."
He threw a yellow card toward her. She caught it with her hand without taking her eyes off him. He continued:
"I'll change my offer. Hand over the shop owner to me if he's still alive, and the man who sold his soul to you, and in return I'll give you this staff."
