Private Talk

The modern world, at a suburb estate of a small town in Frankberg.

A plain black car was parked in front of the manor's driveway. Two big men in suits came up to check the identity of the people inside. They whispered into the intercom before the gate slowly opened, letting the car with Frankberg's Prime Minster roll in.

"What's the purpose of the flashlights in their hands?" Peter asked the old man sitting next to him.

Although it looked like a flashlight, no light illuminated from it.

"A tool for catching mice, especially invisible mice." The old man smiled and rolled up his sleeve to check the time. "Master Carmen will wait for you in the office. I have something to do later so I won't accompany you."

Peter forced a smile and did not continue the conversation.