A fist struck the even distance of a wide disk, bending it in half despite the alloy it was made of. The fist still shook, the rage that stirred it to move still.
Jaguar leaned back in his chair, resting his head on his fist. He looked like a bomb ready to explode at any moment, and for that reason, everyone in the room did their best to merge with the walls behind them and become invisible.
The door clicked open and the tension in the room spiked. In came a smartly dressed man with auburn hair. The look on his face showed that he was no less tense than the others, though only he had the courage to step forward and face their boss.
"Still no word?" Jaguar asked.
The man, Finka, could only shake his head. The tension in the room spiked further.
"First Kortic, and now Henry." Jaguar held a hand to his forehead, his metallic jaw groaning. "What the fuck is happening?"
