By the seventh report, Bloodstain was no longer speaking.
He simply stood there listening, dangerously silent.
The attackers gone, there was no useful information acquire that could uncover their identities, neither was there any clear leads.
The right-hand man slowly lowered another report.
"Seven."
Bloodstain didn't answer.
"Seven teams confirmed."
Only three expeditions remained unaccounted for.
Bloodstain stared at the maps displayed on the largest screen with bloodshot eyes and clenched fists.
He was certain that this wasn't random. Someone had carefully orchestrated this... and deep down, although he couldn't prove it and logic told him it shouldn't be possible, one name kept appearing in his thoughts... Shadow Reapers.
Hours later, hundreds of Iron Vultures members filled the headquarters.
The massive compound that had looked strangely empty only a day ago was overflowing once more.
Awakened members moved everywhere.
