The news hit Alex, Kira, and Maira like a bolt out of the blue. Their jaws practically hit the floor as they tried to process the fact that the vampire progenitor had been taken down by SBC.
But despite the shock, they kept munching away on the fancy spread in front of them.
Gotta admit Merlin's chef's cooking game was on point. Forks clinked against plates, glasses were refilled, and the tension in the air started to ease as they all dug into their meal.
Then, out of the blue, Merlin's voice cut through the chewy silence. He aimed his question right at Kira,"Do you have any significant information on Ken's activities?"
Alex's gaze bounced between Merlin and Kira, mentally high-fiving her for staying cool and collected.
Kira, though surprised, wasn't about to back down. She cleared her throat and launched into the tale,"Yes i do have information on his base but I don't think we are ready to attack yet. But with your support. We might just pull it off and maybe even capture Ken. "
"Thanks, Kira," Merlin said, nodding appreciatively. "Your intel will be a game-changer."
With that, the mission details started pouring out. Merlin meant business, and they were about to join forces to hit Ken's base before he could wreak more havoc. Everyone was on board, like a bunch of heroes in a blockbuster movie.
The plan got hashed out like a mastermind session. Merlin, Alex, Maira, Kira, Marcus, and Anna – a diverse team if there ever was one – would be the dream team for this grand operation. They set the attack date for a week later, giving everyone time to gear up, get their game faces on, and prepare for the mother of all battles.
With the battle strategy all set, the meeting wrapped up. They shuffled out of Merlin's villa, the sun setting in a blaze of colours. It was like the universe was giving them a cinematic backdrop for their superhero moment.
Walking back home, Alex felt this buzz in the air. Excitement and nerves tangled up like a pretzel in his stomach. The mission was on, and tomorrow would be the start of a wild ride. The streets felt different under his feet – like they were leading him straight into the eye of the storm.