The message of Alistair's return was broadcast to the relevant personnel. Currently, Sergo sat in the confines of a blue-tinted office–decorated by Hriffith banners and rows of medals, a chamber echoing dignity and honour.
After some time, the door spun open and Halton strolled in: sitting on the head seat.
It was his office.
"How did the meet-up with our missing individual go? Any pertinent details discovered about his whereabouts and related persons," Halton said without a pause, getting directly to the point.
"Boss, he's a bastard." Sergo relaxed into the leather chair.
"Oh? So I take it nothing?."
Sergo shrugged. "Kept zip-tight about his walkings, ten out of ten–the explosion was related to him.
"The next set of spies sent will need better skills. We can't touch him. The surveillance measures need to be improved."
Halton sighed as he listened to those observations, very similar to what he inferred.
