[PRESIDENTIAL SECRET BUNKER]
[WASHINGTON DC]
A man in a black suit dialed a contact username on his holowatch's screen, and after a few seconds, the call was completed, and the image of a middle-aged man appeared, looking straight at the device's camera.
"How's everything on your end, Quasar Six?" The middle-aged man asked.
He wore sunglasses like it were a sunny day, but he was inside a blacked out room.
And his mouth didn't move.
"Sir, I'm afraid it'll take only two or three more days until they find us here. We're compromised."
The face of the middle-aged man didn't show any emotion.
In fact, it was as if the face was just a pre-made montage of sorts.
"What a shame... I never thought that I would say something like this someday, but... We need to find those wielders."
The man in the black suit raised his thick eyebrows.
