First Floor, Salaria.
Sol sat with one leg crossed over the other, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, and his chin resting on his knuckles.
The room was quiet. The other Brotherhood members stood along the walls, each one trying not to make noise and disturb him.
Even though they were all Adepts, and he wasn't even the most powerful person in the room when calculated by Adept rank, he was the chosen one.
No one would dare go against him.
The man at the center of the room was on one knee, his head bowed.
"I wish mercy onto you, Young Master."
"And I carry it," Sol said halfheartedly. "Report."
The man lifted his head but kept his knee on the floor. "We found Lukas Valentine."
Sol's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't move otherwise.
"But he's not alone," the man continued. "He travels with two women. We traced all three of them to the Faustian Bank in sector four, where they opened accounts on the same day."
