Within the church that was now turned into the main camp of the estate, Shane listened intently as Mr. Wadsworth presented his report.
The butler's voice was calm, and each word was carefully chosen to convey the essence of the interrogation.
"Sir, the three men—Chris, Jake, and Liam—possess talents that are quite extraordinary…" Mr. Wadsworth began, handing over a dossier of notes.
"Iron Sinew, Ogre's Constitution, Berserker's Vigor… such abilities could be invaluable to us."
Shane leaned back in the makeshift command chair, a repurposed pew, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. This chair was one of the things that the Super Soldiers collected this morning. It was a bit broken, but Harper was able to easily fix it.
After some time, Shane softly spoke…
