"Yo, traitor."
"Ha."
Brandon scoffed and met Zed's gaze.
"Everything ready on your side?"
"Yeah, and good work on that recording you've sent. The other heads checked the files, and concluded it wasn't tampered with."
"Did you expect any less?"
"Nah."
Zed shook his head.
He looked around the training hall. It was dark, but the moonlight shimmered down from the windows above.
Eventually, his gaze lingered on Brandon as he went on to say,
"So? Are you ready….?"
"Yeah, I've finished everything on my side, you?"
"About done as well. If this plan of yours goes accordingly, then we might reap control over the syndicate and the entire blackmarket."
Tic.
A metallic sound rang from behind, followed by an audible gasp. Brandon didn't turn around, but Zed's eyes flickered momentarily towards a certain corner.
Without looking at Brandon, Zed asked.
"Friend of yours?"
"Maybe."