Meanwhile, those who had access to the underground black market…
Somewhere in a small apartment, trash littered the entire place. All the lights were switched off, leaving only the computer monitor as the source of light in the room.
"What the…" came a groggy, disbelieving voice as the advertisement banner reflected in his eyes.
His dry lips parted… then his jaw dropped.
"…did he play roulette and land on White Serpent instead of Dominion—fuck!"
He shot up from his chair so fast it screeched against the floor.
"No, no, no—why White Serpent?!"
The man dragged both hands into his hair, pacing in the cramped space, nearly tripping over the scattered trash. His gaze snapped back to the screen… then to the file sitting beside it.
The file he deliberately hadn't sent, just to avoid this exact situation.
"…shit." His breathing hitched. "Shit—shit—shit!"
He grabbed the file, then froze.
"Did he find out?" he whispered, but only the hum of the monitor answered him.
