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Bright sunlight coming through the window glinted off the surface of a round conference table in a room with sky-blue walls. The man who sat directly across from Anna was tall and broad-shouldered with a hollow-cheeked face of dark brown skin. His hair was cut short, barely more than stubble, and he had a stare that could pierce through to your very soul. “So, the intelligence was bad,” he said. “They had no weapons.”
Director Jon Andalon sat back with his arms folded and raised an eyebrow as he waited for Anna's response. She still wasn't entirely sure what to make of him. The man wasn't a stickler for the rules by any measure, but he lacked Jena's flare for bucking the system at every opportunity. He seemed to be the sort of Keeper who just wanted to get down to business.
Anna wore
