"Summon Francus and Grigor here."
Aldred's command echoed softly but firmly through the advanced communication system of his sprawling headquarters. Within moments, the office door slid open with a hushed whisper, admitting two figures who contrasted starkly yet complemented each other like the day complements the night.
First to stride in was Francus, his youthful visage marked by an unwavering resolve that belied his years. Clad in a sleek suit that integrated seamlessly with his arsenal of long-range weaponry, he carried himself with the ease of someone who had mastered the art of blending cutting-edge technology with lethal precision. His eyes, sharp and observant, scanned the room with an intelligence that missed nothing.