The walk out of the suppression chamber was quiet. It wasn't a quiet that was born from peace or anything similar, but instead a strange, chilling silence that lingered after violence, after truth had been torn loose and left bleeding on the floor.
Albedo didn't rush once he left the suppression chamber, remaining calm as he thought of his future actions.
Eventually, Albedo found himself moving through the Everglade-controlled substructure at an unhurried pace, boots clicking softly against reinforced stone as warded lights dimmed and reactivated in sequence before him.
The facility was layered, buried beneath layers of legal deniability and shell ownership, and built with the confidence of an organization that genuinely believed no one important would ever come looking.
It seemed there was someone high up in the Council who were also making sure that whatever the Everglade Family did wouldn't be found out, and with that person helping them, they believed they'd never be caught.
