As the team was heading towards Paul's office, Talon was only looking at the ground, his eyes similar to a dead fish.
'Not fair…' Talon was sulking to himself while looking at the ground, then a mocking voice sounded inside his own mind.
'What was ever fair in your life, don't you dare to cry about this you brat!' Mocked him the voice, it was in such a manner that he could never mistake it for anyone.
'Number Eight…' Said Talon, in response, the voice was talking to him again.
'Yes Number Nine, did you miss me?' Asked Number Eight, his voice laced with vicious mockery and hatred towards Talon.
'Why would I ever miss you?' Talon was openly talking back to Number Eight, something that was not in any way appreciated by Number Eight.
'Number Nine, I don't care if Number Three and Four are standing behind you, you better watch your tone when talking with me.'
