SAPPHIRE
“Remind me why we are here?” Silver complained again as he looked around us, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “There’s nothing here but just trees,” he griped, and he wasn’t wrong. We followed Cypher into a forest because, according to him, it would help us with Zephyr’s investigation.
“It’s called surveillance,” Cypher responded, handing him the binoculars. “Check that and see for yourself.”
Silver snatched the binoculars and sighed as he placed them to his eyes. “You brought us to the Black Men’s hideout for what?”
Cypher groaned, clearly tired of Silver’s complaints. That was one of his similarities with Zephyr—they both hated repeating themselves.
“So, what? I’m supposed to stay here and watch?” Silver grumbled.
“It’s called surveillance for a reason, Silver boy. Didn’t yo
