Xi Yuan's brows knitted tightly as he processed the man's words—Yang Bolin. Diablos's real identity. What was he doing in Afghanistan? Innumerable dark possibilities rushed through his mind, each more horrifying than the last. Had he done something to her? With his pulse racing, he strode out of his office, barely registering his surroundings. The world faded, overtaken by the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears.
He hurried towards Aberration's Central Security Room, loosening his tie as it came into view down the corridor. Xi Fang and Jacob followed behind him hastily, tense and alert. Xi Yuan's voice was solemn but edged with worry. "Is the line secure?", he demanded, his gaze sharp, "Have you seen to it?"
"Yes, Sir.", replied the organization's Tech Team Head with a confident nod, "It seemed urgent—the call."
