What is Babel? 2
The stark, black walls of Null headquarters pulsed with a faint dim light, casting an almost sterile glow on the eight figures gathered around the central console. Neveah, out of his disguise and back in his usual stoic form, listened intently as Eric, Harvey's son, spoke.
"We've encountered some problems, sir," Eric said, his young voice laced with a hint of nervousness. "Minor issues, really, but something you might want to know about."
"We can handle our own affairs, boy," Mavis, Neveah's vampire commander, interjected with a dismissive snort. Her crimson eyes glinted with a predatory gleam under the pale light. "No need to bother His Excellency with petty squabbles."
Neveah raised a hand, silencing Mavis. "Let him speak," he commanded, his voice a cold monotone. He valued efficiency; knowing potential problems before they escalated was key to maintaining control.