In Dunebrook, a men was reporting, “Mr. Ashworth, our people… have been caught.”
The man sitting behind the desk took a deep drag from his cigarette and exhaled slowly before meeting the speaker’s gaze.
"What do you mean? He’s hosting the party on the 22nd, and our people just entered Arlenia on the 21st. How could the police have moved so fast?"
The man standing before him dared not look him in the eye and responded with lowered head, “It wasn’t the police. It was… Theo. He’s the one who captured our people.”
Crash!
The ashtray on the desk was hurled at him, grazing his ear before smashing into the wall behind. A loud sound reverberated through the room.
“What do you mean Theo’s people caught them? You can’t even get rid of Theo? What use are you to me?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Ashworth, b
