"Look, the church," Azarias paused, the smirk vanishing as quickly as it appeared. His eyes flicked to the side, his lips twitching in thought. "Fu—" He stopped himself abruptly, placing the telephone back in its cradle with a soft clink, the sharp sound cutting through the room's eerie quiet.
"First Henri, now that guy…" He chuckled under his breath, running his hands over his face in a slow, deliberate motion, fingers dragging down his cheeks. It was a mixture of amusement and exhaustion, the kind that seeped in when things got too tangled to unravel easily.
He rubbed at his eyes, barely registering the massive array of monitors in front of him, flashing a rapid fire of data into his vision.
