Hans stopped mid-sentence.
The faint smile on his face disappeared.
Genevieve noticed it. What is he frowning about? Did something happen?
Tyrus and the others realized the change in Hans's expression and aura as well.
"Commander, is something wrong?" Johannes asked.
Hans did not answer immediately. His eyes remained fixed on something none of them could see.
On the map, large red dots had gathered near Cell 7's hidden post.
No.
Gathered was too gentle; they were converging.
Their movement was too rushed to be a wandering horde. And too concentrated to be called an isolated case.
One cluster pushed north, while another curved in from the eastern direction, closing toward the same point.
Hans's gaze sharpened.
"Agent Genevieve," he met her eyes. "It seems you've got company back home."
The heart of every Cell 7 agent present skipped a beat.
Just as Genevieve wanted to scorn Hans, a harsh buzz came from the small receiver at her waist.
