Dahmer did not shift his gaze from the neon-lit expanse of Freenly City, his shoulders squared as he absorbed Kaelan's warning. The low, steady hum of the mansion's cooling system filled the heavy silence that followed.
"The timeline for Project Z will not be compromised," Dahmer stated. "But the extraction requires a stable baseline. Tomorrow morning, we will pay a direct visit to the high-security prison block where Jodein Callman is being held. I will examine the source of Malcolm's psychological friction myself."
Kaelan adjusted his glasses, his expression turning sharp and professional. "I will have the secure transport prepped for 0800 hours, Boss."
"Good. See to it," Dahmer murmured, turning away from the glass.
Without another word, Dahmer walked past his assistant, his long strides carrying him out of the living room and up the staircase. The house was entirely quiet as he reached the upper level. He entered the master bedroom, closing the doors behind him.
