The Red Emperor

[Fab]

Tribune did not rise.

He watched them with that same unreadable stillness, his figure motionless against the projection’s glow, like a statue carved from iron and intention. Her parting words slid past him like waves against stone -- noted, but not dwelled upon. Whether his nod was acknowledgment or dismissal was left deliberately unclear.

The briefest hint of a smile tugged at the edge of his mouth. not warm, but calculated.

As Revenant and her shadow moved toward the elevator, their cases in hand, Tribune's voice cut through the silence:

“...And señorita -- the presidential suite is available, should you require accommodations during your stay on Manhattan.”

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End