Bang!
Trenton Smith held a bouncy ball, continuously smacking it against the ground.
Until now, he hadn't received any news about Long Wind and the Red Dragon.
No news means bad news.
One minute ago.
The power in the building had been restored.
This meant Long Wind would lose the best chance to act.
The Red Dragon's communicator had remained silent, and there was no news from Long Wind either.
"Who's knocking?"
Upon hearing the knock, Trenton Smith grabbed the bouncing ball again and slammed it down.
"I'll go check." The young technical guy stood up, walked to the door, and peered through the peephole.
"It's Sawyer Beaumont."
"Let him in!" Trenton Smith put away the bouncy ball and sat back on the sofa. "With him back, we'll have news."
Click.
The guy opened the door lock.
Sawyer Beaumont walked in dully.
"What's wrong with your head?" Trenton Smith crossed his legs and pointed at Sawyer Beaumont's bleeding head.
Sawyer Beaumont touched his head upon being asked.
