An Inside Team

Inside the large White Rose base, one of the field agents was in an office along with his squad. Elijah was bunkered down at his desk and continuously looked around to see if anyone was paying any attention to what he was doing.

He had been searching for a while now on other cases that had turned out like this: those that had been brought in and locked up with next to no evidence.

The issue was, Altereds, the White Rose, the whole thing was a relatively young operation in the grand scheme of things. They had around 70 years of history, so there weren't many cases to look at.

Frustrated by the whole thing, Elijah placed both of his hands by the side of his head and was almost ripping out his hair.

‘This whole thing is clearly corrupt from above. I can try to do some deeper research into who was responsible for submitting the further evidence and appointing the judge, but that would require me to have captain-level access.’