Atlas stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, arms crossed beneath his chest. His eyes might have been staring at the beautiful capital city of Novera, but his mind drifted elsewhere.
After a moment, his eyes blinked slowly before he turned and walked toward the small round table nearby. He picked up his phone and speed-dialed someone.
The ringing didn't even finish before the line connected.
"Find out what Lola Young was doing five years ago," were the first words that came out of his mouth, not waiting for the person on the other end of the line to speak. "I want to find out everything."
"Got it, Master."
He ended the call and placed his phone back down. His eyes followed the device, his mind still swirling with thoughts and questions. A second later, a glint flickered across his eyes as their corners sharpened.
Again, he picked up his phone, this time sending a message. Ignoring the countless unread messages in the chat log, he typed:
[To: Slater
I need a favor.]
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