"Sliver, the target has left the Military District."
In the earphone, a low and cautious voice came through.
"Oh."
Faint flashes of light moved within his eyes as Perry Reed lazily lifted his gaze, a dangerous and fierce light flickering across his dark pupils.
He had always been keeping track of Flossie Wright's movements within the Forces.
He couldn't make any significant moves and wasn't interested in the Forces' classified information, but getting information on one person was definitely not a problem.
Moreover, the incident with Flossie Wright's climbing ropes being tampered with had caused a huge uproar; it would be very difficult for him not to know about it.
"How would you like to handle it?"
Soon, a voice came through the earphone asking for instructions.
His gaze deepened, and Perry Reed slightly curved his lips, his words extremely casual, "Break two of her fingers."
"Yes, sir!"
The response from the other end was crisp and clear.
