Sebastian was sitting in one of the meeting rooms; it was simple, just like all the meeting rooms. Black flooring, white walls with one photo on the wall and a large, heavy wood table in the middle with chairs all around. A large projection board was in front, and he was sitting at the head of the table.
To his left sat Erza, head of information, and Luca, head of Logistics, sat beside her. Carter, who was head of recruitment, was on his left with Kat, who controlled the criminal division, and in front of him on his computer was Cecilia, in charge of the government side.
“As I said earlier,” Erza deadpanned, scowling as she glared at Kat, who was sharpening one of her knives. “We wouldn’t even be in this position if Kat wasn’t so trigger-hungry.”
“It’s not my fault,” she replied, as she
