Knowledge.
Where all answers dwell.
Where the truth is sort.
Where meaning is found.
If Odin could give an eye for it.
We will give much more.
John sat across from Caleb DeAngelis, in his immaculately white office. The walls were painted pure white, with a single abstract painting hanging on the wall behind Caleb's desk. The furniture was modern and minimalist, with no clutter to be seen anywhere. John always found it amusing how Caleb's office was such a stark contrast to the dirty and dangerous world of organized crime.
"So, John, what do you have for me?" Caleb asked as he puffed out some smoke from his already-lit cigar. His sharp blue eyes were fixed on John.
John was one of his ears in the city. Caleb had an elaborated whistle network in the city, he knew the importance of information and he does everything to stay informed. It was his family's City and nothing happens without him finding out.
