"Still no news, Syla?"
On a holographic screen, a man whose face was barely visible spoke to me.
I carefully considered every word that was going to come out of my mouth.
"No, sir... Last time he said a guardian was after him, so he fled to one of the secret bunkers, but he hasn't answered anyone since he got there."
There was silence for a brief moment.
"What about the bunker?"
"They haven't responded to any of the messages we've sent."
"Then it's best to assume he's dead. Larry, if I remember correctly, was A grade, right? And since he had two candidates, he was entrusted with the... thing."
His discomfort was reflected in his voice, he had always been positive about Larry and trusted him. Now this incident was clearly getting on his nerves.
"Any reports of a massacre in Cevilian, an unknown creature or a mad purple-eyed human being?"
"We're looking into it, sir... though so far we haven't seen any such reports."
