John was wearing a hood.
Hands in his pockets, he lowered his head and walked in the shadows.
Questions after questions were entered into the search box of Foresee.
"How can I ensure my own safety for the next day or twenty-four hours?"
His footsteps didn't stop.
His gaze swept across the steps.
His brows furrowed and his expression became heavier.
There was a slight silence, then he changed the words and searched again: "How can I ensure my own safety for the next half a day, or twelve hours?"
He glanced over.
He continued and shortened the time. Then, he searched again: "How can I ensure my own safety for the next three hours?"
Looking at the steps and steps that were refreshed this time, a fierce glint flashed in John's eyes.
"How can I see Director Susan one last time?"
"Counterattack: How to achieve a perfect crime and crush them without leaving any evidence?"
