Raze and Mariabel closed the distance carefully, their footsteps deliberate but not threatening as they followed Baelor down the quieter side street. The secretary maintained his steady pace, leather case clutched professionally at his side, giving no indication he was aware of their presence.
They were perhaps twenty feet behind him when Raze began calculating the optimal moment to speak, his Absolute Genius running through opening lines that would capture attention without triggering immediate flight response. The street remained relatively empty with only scattered pedestrians far enough away that quiet conversation wouldn't be overheard.
Fifteen feet now, close enough to make contact but maintaining respectful distance that didn't feel like imminent attack. Raze opened his mouth to call out, to begin the carefully prepared introduction that would hopefully convince Baelor to listen rather than run.
Then Baelor spoke first.
