PERCY
I sat in the dimly lit office, the cold glow of the computer screen reflecting in his dark eyes. My fingers drummed lightly on the desk as I waited, my mind ticking over the developments of the day.
The city outside was beginning to quiet down, a rare calm before the storm I was orchestrating. The tension of what was coming next felt tangible in the air, and had thrived on it. It had been a long time since things had been this delicate, this dangerous. But then, danger was what I've always lived for.
My phone buzzed on the desk, and I picked it up without hesitation to answer it. I've been expecting this call.
“Yeah?” My voice was low, controlled, the tone betraying nothing of my internal amusement.
The voice on the other end was calm, but there was a distinct tension there. “I
