Victor stood in silence for a few seconds atop the building, looking down at Bramford. The port city remained illuminated by dozens of streetlamps scattered among narrow alleys, dark rooftops, and canals leading to the sea. Even after the massacre that had taken place in the last few hours, few people seemed to realize a military operation was underway. To the average resident, it simply seemed like a few neighborhoods were strangely empty that night.
Inside his mind, Rowena remained silent.
Victor drummed his fingers against his knee as he watched the streets below.
"So?"
"So what?"
"You said you'd find the guy."
"I did."
"And?"
She let out a long sigh.
"You're too impatient."
Victor shrugged.
"I'd rather get it over with."
"Of course you would."
