"Dante," Dervan spoke into his phone. "Are the documents ready?"
A male voice sounded from the other end. "Whenever you need them, master."
"Good. Come meet me at the hospital, I'm on my way." Dervan told him.
"Alright." That was Dante's last word before the line went silent.
"I want you to leave first." Dervan told Kiera as he pulled open a drawer at his desk. From it he pulled out a nose mask and tossed it at her.
Kiera's brows furrowed as she stared at the mask in her hand, then she looked back up at him doubtfully. "This isn't enough of a disguise."
"It is for the time being." Dervan told her. "Now that no one knows your face, it'll be better to hide in plain sight. I would recommend that you don't wear that mask at all, though, you can do it if it makes you feel less exposed."
"Alright." Kiera nodded, discarding her bag full of explosives beside the couch.
Dervan's brow twitched. "What–?"
