While Adam was resting after going through a great Ordeal, that pulled every bit of willpower he had in him, and succeeded only after swimming in a sea of pain that even numbed down his very soul, the world was moving as it always did. The gears were moving in their ever-staunch rhythm, not caring for anything or anyone.
In an abandoned building, a great meeting was about to take place.
Sitting on a chair that seemed clearly out of place in such a place, The Director was quietly reading the information that had been transferred to her notepad.
She was not particularly interested in this case, all things considered. But since she was a young director, the job fell on her lap.
