The meeting with Rook had a different feel this time.
After abandoning the old bunker due to the location being compromised, they were back to being ghosts.
They met the powerful, dangerous crime lord not on his scrap-metal throne, but in a stuffy private office, hidden in a forgotten part of the Undercroft. The office was filled with cigar smoke.
He sat behind a large desk. There was a dim lamp on the desk that made dark shadows on his ugly face. He watched them as they entered the room, looking like a predator who was studying two dangerous animals that had just walked into his den.
"So," Rook started talking, his voice low. "The ghost signal. That was a bold and loud move. I trust you got what you wanted?"
He already knew the answer. His network of informants and spies missed nothing in this city, above or below. "And I trust you were smart enough to run the moment you put on that big fire."
