A Return To Dust

With a bright flash of light, Ezra and X appeared inside of the dark throne room in Griffin's sanctuary.

"What the fuck?" X whispered harshly. "Why are we here, Ezra?"

"Strike while the iron is hot." Ezra spoke, striding to the throne.

The moment he'd burst out of the bar, he'd decided on this plan.

"Where do I hide close to the throne?" Ezra asked. "Hiding first, answering later."

X stared at him for a moment before sighing. "Come."

He led Ezra to a space behind the throne and they both crouched there.

"Alright. Explain."

"Didn't you notice?" Ezra asked.

"What?"

"Griffin and I'm sure, Natalia. They were weak. Weaker than they were before."

"Yes. And so?"

"Think, you idiot." Ezra grinned. "Where is the last place they'll expect us to be? The same place where we can ambush them and put an end to this threat once and for all?"