Chapter 136: The Double Agent
The VIP conference room was suffocatingly quiet.
Draven Mordis sat at the head of the obsidian table. The glowing particles of the executed Cult spy had completely vanished into thin air. The syndicate lieutenants stared at the empty leather chair in absolute terror.
"Continue," Draven repeated smoothly. His voice was completely devoid of emotion behind the featureless white mask.
One of the lieutenants swallowed hard. He was an older man with a cybernetic eye. He nervously shuffled his digital datapad.
"Y-yes, sir," the lieutenant stammered, avoiding eye contact with Draven.
"As I was saying. Cassian Stillbane controls the automated security grid. He is highly paranoid. He is planning a coup against his brother, Lord Commander Gunther Stillbane. But Cassian has a massive problem."
Draven rested his elbows on the table and steepled his gloved fingers.
"Gunther is surrounded by the Vanguard Knights," Draven stated. "His personal guard."
