At exactly six that evening, Ethan and Hayley arrived at the DSB.
The building was tall and had very tight security. They were guided through hallways, past different sealed doors and silent staff, before being directed to an elevator.
The ride up was short but smooth, and when the doors opened, they were led directly into a meeting room.
There was round table at the center, large enough to seat a dozen comfortably. The walls were clean and bare except for a single embedded display panel at the far end, currently dark.
And around the table, were awakened persons. Nine of them, already seated with such presence that suggest that these were atleast S-tiers
Ethan's gaze moved across the faces and of everyone in that room, he recognized only one.
Bernadette Foster.
She caught his eyes almost immediately and smiled, lifting one hand in a small wave.
Ethan returned it with a nod.
"Mr. Stark." A calm, firm voice drew his attention to the head of the table.
