Secret Weapon

After bathing and changing his clothes, Kyle entered Nitocris's office. Once inside, he took off his black wig and rubbed his hair. It felt nice to loosen up.

He walked over to the desk, where there were some files and papers strewn all over. Sitting down, Nitocris looked at him and shook his head.

"Blond doesn't suit you," he said casually.

Kyle shrugged, not really bothered.

"So," Kyle said, waving his hands on the material on the table, "Was the information useful?"

"It had some value," Nitocris said, "But only in confirming what we suspected. They haven't given up on their base here."

"They're really not taking you into consideration in this, huh," Kyle said in a huff.

"Can't really blame them," Nitocris answered, leaning back on his chair, "They came and made their mark while Kazuya was in power. They aren't going to just drop everything simply because there's a new boss."