Order of The Blue Lotus HQ
Rome, Italy.
(Few hours earlier that day.)
The door to Jean's private suite at the Order headquarters opened with a continuous beeping sound that only stopped once it was closed again, and Natasha walked in with an envelope in her hands.
"What is it?" Jean asked, voice as cold as the ice cubes in the glass of vodka in his hands. He was sitting at the mini bar and had his back turned to Natasha.
"We got something, Sir." She spoke and Jean turned around immediately, revealing the buttons on his Armani shirt that had been left open to showcase a broad chest with muscles that flexed and contracted as he stood up and took two long strides, immediately covering the distance between him and Natasha.
"What do you have?" He reached for the envelope and flipped it open immediately, then scattered the contents in it on the glass table in the suite.
