Another One

When the evening feast in Forest City began, a fully armed squad silently infiltrated the inner section of Forest City.

The group of men was hiding in some civilian's house, waiting patiently for orders.

While in the bedroom, two people were standing face to face.

One was bending over with a humble and polite look on his face.

One was standing tall with his head up, looking as calm as ever.

The former was in casual clothing, hence nothing was worth mentioning about him; the latter was wearing a khaki colored windbreaker together with a brown pair of shoes and body fitting undershirt. With his clean-looking features, one would easily take him as a social elite, if he were to land his feet on the ground.

It wasn't a metamorphic meaning though, the latter was indeed floating, the bottom of his shoe was a finger away from the ground.

"Can you confirm the news?" The floating middle-aged man asked.