William rubbed his temple as he made his way toward his room, thinking of the meeting he had later with Marcus, Camille, and Rashid about the relocation of some of the Ascendants to different safe houses. He didn’t particularly like the idea of leaving people where he couldn’t monitor them and even less so of dividing their forces, but the situation in the Headquarters was getting out of control. Even using the facilities seemed to cause daily problems with so many people staying cooped up inside.
Who cut in line and who used up the soap and the toothpaste was the last thing he wanted to listen to, but people kept coming to him with their mundane problems as if he had no other worries on his mind.
He wanted to send them all away. He didn’t care where or how, he just wanted them gone. The
