108 A Lurking Storm, The Blood Steel Security Bureau

The day continued as the norm, but the sky over Rambruck only grew darker with each passing second. Occasionally, a flicker of thunder would light up the skies from nearing distances as the chilly draft wafted across the city.

Currently, within an ordinary pub, a familiar duo was seated around a counter. On closer inspection, one would see a middle-aged man with a messy beard, droopy eyes, and a hook-shaped nose, he wore a thick leather jacket and jeans.

At his side, was a fine-looking young lady who wore formal wear, her hair neatly falling to her sides, adding a bit of flavor to her stern-looking face with deep-set eyes.

Suddenly, this man smoked a lit cigar as he stared a video clip on a tablet screen with a smirk on his face; the fair lady looked at it with a flicker in her eyes before she spoke.

"Inspector Osbon, what do you think will happen if the world was to learn of this detail?"

"What else, lass? It will be... a disaster."