The next day arrived, crisp and bright, though the air inside the interview chamber carried a heavier atmosphere.
Erend, Adrien, and Billy were already waiting when the door opened and Marcus Vollen stepped inside.
He looked like someone used to command but now, under the quiet gaze of the three veteran legends seated across from him, his composure frayed.
His eyes darted briefly between them like a man walking into a trap he couldn't see.
Billy walked in right behind him while holding a tray of steaming coffee. He placed one cup in front of Marcus and set the others down for himself, Adrien, and Erend.
Then he sat.
Marcus looks like an average man in most ways. He sat a little stiffly. He has military cut hair, a straight-backed posture, lean muscle that was enough to show his past in law enforcement and special operations, but not overly built.
He looked like the kind of man who had seen a lot and spoken little of it.
