The conference room inside Sterling Security Base remained silent.
Rain continued tapping softly against the reinforced windows outside while a large display occupied the center wall.
Miles sat at the head of the conference table.
Charles occupied the seat to his right.
Ren leaned comfortably against his chair with one leg crossed over the other.
On the screen was the recording from the previous night.
The camera quality was clear enough to capture every movement.
Miles pressed play.
The recording began.
...
Orville Miller sat tied to a metal chair.
His expensive suit had become wrinkled.
His neatly combed hair was a complete mess.
Fear had completely replaced the arrogance he once carried.
Ren stood quietly in front of him.
His expression carried no anger.
Only patience.
A patience that frightened people far more than shouting ever could.
Ren slowly crouched until both of them were at eye level.
"The WEB."
"What do you know about them?"
Orville swallowed.
