"We've done everything according to your command," Narco said with a smile as Vladimir raised an eyebrow. A deafening silence reigned as the cold course of wind passes between them. They are inside the office.
Vladimir cast a skeptical look on the young man. It seems that Narco knows something about Mort's weapon under his possession right now. Even before he had asked, his instinct told him Narco cannot be easily fooled. If the young man does know something about the weapon, that only means one thing, Vladimir will have a hard time asking him and getting a straight answer. The same goes for Lyric.
'Damn it!' Vladimir loudly curses in his mind.
"Sit down first." He commanded, Lyric and Narco quickly seated. Vladimir, on the other hand, sat on the swivel chair near the humungous open glass wall of the building where the cold air came in, gently blowing his hair.
