INTERLUDE
“So, you failed.”
The hologram of Isara stood before him: a translucent woman in a black dress with the hood of her cloak pulled up to hide her face. Her expression was unreadable, but there was no doubt in Slade's mind that she wanted to claw his eyes out.
He stood in the small bedroom of his apartment with his arms crossed, frowning at his errant servant. “You failed to recover the Inzari device,” he said, his eyebrows rising. “Your assassin failed to kill the professor.”
Isara stood there with her head bowed, the image flickering several times before it solidified once again. “A minor setback,” she insisted. “If necessary, I will travel to the Justice Keeper station and-”
Slade winced, hissing as he shook his head. “You would expose yourself before we are ready for it,” h
