"You think she knows?"
The words fell silently into a dark room on the ground floor of a hidden two storey warehouse. The question came from a tall man, wearing a grey-suit, and a hat covering part of his face. His hands trembled every once in a while as he tried to sit still, agitation getting the better part of him.
He leaned forward in his leather chair, his elbows pressing into his knees, expecting a reply from his partners.
The second man, slightly older with broader shoulders, gave a slow, humorless laugh. "Mira? No. She's smart, but she's young. She won't know a thing. She thinks keeping a long distance would guarantee her safety. She thinks she can up and run to India and just like that hide, escape us. Haha. She better think again. She's not as untouchable as she thinks."
"She's Koker's daughter," the third man said softly, his voice more refined, almost regretful to be part of this mission. "She's not the one we need to destroy. He is."
There was silence after that.
