"Stockholm?" Cynthia raised her eyebrow in suspicion.
"Believe it or leave it, It is up to you" Serena shrugs while the rest of the group gulps.
"Just what is this tension in this room" Mark whispers to Alice.
"Would you just shut up you stupid mongrel" She hisses back as another arrow of emotional damage pierces Mark's chest, sending him into a depressed state and nodding to her.
"Ah fine let's not talk here.
boys, escort them in," Cynthia commands the guards as she turns around and walks towards her room.
A secretary checks through various screens systematically, nods at the commander and the commander nods back at her as if they had just communicated with each other in that split moment.
"Get up, you heard the commander, Did you not" The guard shouted at them.
"Yeah yeah shut yer trap ol man" Mark mocked him as he stuck his tongue out and talked forward while the girls sighed.
