Old Falcon took a moment, visibly gathering the strength to recount his history. The silence in the Director's office was heavy, broken only by the hum of the ventilation.
"Eternal was my life," Old Falcon began, his voice surprisingly deep and ragged with age. "I built it from the ground up, a private security firm focused on high-net-worth individuals and corporate protection in volatile zones. We prided ourselves on loyalty; once you hired Eternal, we were your shield until the contract was severed or you died. We were the best in the world at what we did, and my men—my family—were elite."
"So how did an organization dedicated to protection end up fighting Celestial?" Ethan asked, his arms crossed over his orange jumpsuit.
