The covered man slipped into the room, his boots leaving faint tracks of dust from the street. then he exhaled sharply. "Fiuu… The situation in Caracas is grim. Spanish patrols are all over the place. I counted at least five guards heading this way."
Oscar frowned. "Do you think they already know about us? Why else would there be so many soldiers—unless something happened." His expression tightened. "Wait… did something important happen?"
The agent pushed back his hood, his face drawn and solemn. He nodded. "Yes. The King of France was executed by the republican government last month. Our organization learned the news two weeks ago. It seems your savior sent someone to inform his father."
Oscar's eyes widened. "Francisco? He's already in Europe? Wait—" He straightened abruptly. "Did you just say the King of France was killed by the republicans?"
