Pulling From The River

A squad of White Rose agents stood on the bank of a river. They were spread out, looking at some of the stones on the ground, while also taking readings from the water itself. They weren't alone either, as a few members of the police force were out with them, aiding them and trying to help steer public attention away.

If one was to look up, not too far away, a large bridge loomed overhead, with traffic moving back and forth. Looking further at the skyscrapers in the city, there were several wires hanging off the buildings, with glass being replaced.

The workers had recently been working overtime.

On the bank itself, some agents wore the familiar white-and-gold uniforms, while a few donned black with a red trim. A site that was unusual for the general public, as these White Rose agents would hardly be spotted on the outside.

“The number of calls I’ve been getting lately…” Elijah muttered, putting his phone back in his pocket.