A young man clad in a black suit entered a tall building, a briefcase in hand. Riding the elevator to the uppermost floor, he stepped out into a spacious room with floor-to-ceiling glass walls offering a breathtaking view of the city below. Making his way to a polished white table with the Russian flag beneath a thick glass cover, he positioned himself in front of it. "I've brought you some more," he stated simply.
Another man, older than him, peering through a lengthy telescope behind the table. His hair and mustache boasted streaks of white, complementing his silver suit, though his top remained unbuttoned.
"Let's see what you've got," he instructed, his attention still fixated on the distant scene through the telescope.
The visitor obliged, placing his suitcase onto the table and revealing its contents. Carefully, he extracted seven photos, laying each one out on the surface before him.
The older man pivoted and made his way back to his chair, settling into it before carefully inspecting the array of photos.
"My men saw her in Greenfield, Detroit last night. They're certain she entered the building while it was ablaze. You can see it clearly in these photos," the young man elucidated, his voice carrying a mature, authoritative tone.
"An entire year. A year of searching, and all you bring me are seven photos?" The old man's response exuded dissatisfaction, his words measured but his expression revealing his discontent.
"After the battle at Dunn Mountains, she vanished without a trace. I deployed agents across multiple countries to locate her, only to discover she's returned. Our initial assessment is she's back for the boy," the man reported.
The older man leaned forward, accessing a concealed compartment beneath his table. Retrieving a black folder, he placed it on the table and flipped it open.
The folder revealed a collection of photos featuring Clair, many showcasing her distinctive black wings. Sliding the seven new photos into the mix, he carefully returned the folder to its covert storage.
"Get to the bottom of what's happening between her and the boy. He might just be our ticket to finally capturing the raven," he instructed.
With that, the young man said nothing more and departed the room.
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"Could you remind me of the first time I saw your wings?" Zach inquired.
"It happened at the Burken bridge, around midnight. You found me standing on the railing. You panicked, fearing I might leap off. Well, I did jump, but then I soared into the air. I was... so frightened. Afraid you might freak out and run away, but you didn't. You approached and embraced me. That's when I knew I wasn't wrong to believe in you," she reminisced.
"I'm glad to hear that. I was worried I came off as a jerk," he admitted. "I suppose Per, Ark, and... Roy are like you," he mused.
Clair responded with a nod.
"How did you manage to get inside the apartment building?" he asked curiously.
"If I remember correctly, I smashed a window and then tore down a door," she replied.
He was surprised but didn't show it.
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