*Brody*
I stared at my hands from which blood was dripping onto the floor. A deafening silence reigned for long minutes, and no one knew what to say. My vision began to blur as my mind returned to the events of a dozen or so minutes ago and the information I had not expected to receive. Nothing made sense.
"The order did not come from any of the rogues. Someone anonymously ordered an attack on the train and paid for it to ordinary lone wolves. The money came immediately after the phone call ended, without waiting for a report after completing the task." One of them said the one whose cigarette Saorsa had stubbed out on his cheek.
"The pack of rogues does not exist. Or at least not anymore. For over half a year, most members have been granted permission to join the packs in which the pop
