Chapter 28

In Zen, the city buzzed with afternoon activity as the summer sun asserted its presence. Cars filled the streets, their engines humming alongside the chatter of pedestrians bustling along the sidewalks.

The heated sunlight bathed the buildings in a bright glow, casting long shadows that stretched across the pavement. People hurried about their day some pausing to chat on street corners, others rushing into shops and offices.

The city's rhythm pulsed under the clear blue sky, with occasional gusts of wind stirring leaves and lifting hats. And in one of the many skyscraper buildings in the city of Zen, one particular one stood out with a plaque that said "Zen Field Office."

Inside the building, the FBI office was spacious and filled with activity, with the sound of computers humming softly and agents talking quietly.