A visit

The Department of Strategy and Tactical Operations was always behaving suspiciously. Summoning their students at the crack of dawn for various meetings and maintaining the kind of secrecy that called Zane's attention.

Phoenix had creeped into the room to give Zane a good morning kiss, waking him up in the process. When Zane checked the time, it was 6a.m. He had written the name of that Department in red ink.

He yawned one more time and sipped the hot black coffee to wake up properly. Phoenix was not here and he was in a time cage so Zane had opted for oatmeal porridge with fruits. His breakfast was ready in ten minutes and while he ate, he simultaneously went shopping.