"What exactly am I looking at, Agent Smith?" asked the heavyset man sitting behind the lone desk inside the stately office they were meeting in.
The room was circular in design. It had two entrances and a back wall with windows that overlooked a well-kept lawn. The walls were plastered in expensive wallpaper with portraits of well-known historical figures hanging at intervals around the room.
Agent Smith was sitting on one of the two couches that faced each other in the center of this office. Underneath her was a very familiar symbol of an eagle with outstretched wings. Sitting opposite her were two men. The first, a balding man in a crisp black suit, and the second, a man in a military uniform with four stars pinned to each of his shoulders.
"We believe that's one of the players, sir," Agent Smith answered quickly.
"You believe?" the man behind the desk repeated.
Greetings, fellow reapers!
And so the end of days begin, not with a bang, but with a demand from some old dude who has too much time and power in his hands. ;P How realistic of me... lol.
That said, things are slowly falling into place as a third party unrelated to Morgana's battle begins to rear its ugly head.
What do you guys think of this chapter? Tell me in the comments!
Also, apologies if I haven't replied in the comments today... My net has been wonky all week, and according to my service provider, won't be fixed until Monday. Can you imagine life during the time of covid without weak-ass internet??? HORROR!!!