" Wait a minute, how does this guy not know about the talented?" Lucian asked in disbelief.
" It's a long story," Morgan said.
Scott opened the door and whistled.
One of the robots in the hallway entered the room and began shipping out all sorts of rubbish: plastic candy wrappers, paper bags, and takeaway containers.
Another bot stopped patrol and zipped into the room and entered, collecting the dirty laundry.
"Well, time is something that I have in abundance at the moment." Lucian eagerly said.
" I'm afraid we don't," Scott said, rising to his feet.
" Come, Morgan, we have other things to attend to."
Morgan rose and walked to the door. As he stepped out, the desperate look on Lucian's face stopped him. His eyes swept around the room.
He inwardly rolled his eyes.
" Ah, I can't believe I'm doing this."
" Hey Scott, did you say the assassins who're waiting to become initiates live on the first floor?"
Scott stopped at the door, nodding in understanding.
" Sure"
