[Genesis' secret base]
BAM—!
The slamming sound rang through Robert's office. It vibrated faintly through the reinforced walls before dying into an uneasy silence.
Despite the heaters humming hot air, the air was frigid. Robert stood behind his desk, one hand still pressed against its surface where he had slammed it moments earlier.
Veins throbbed along his temples and the back of his hands. His usually cold and calculating eyes burned red with fury, barely restrained by the last threads of his patience.
Two espers in black uniforms stood rigidly before him. They were seasoned fighters, survivors of countless missions. Yet at this moment, neither dared to breathe too loudly.
Sweat rolled down one man's bald head. The other, sporting a scar across his face, clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white.
Robert lifted his gaze slowly. His voice was low and hoarse, each word coated with suppressed rage. "Repeat what you just said."
