Pulling strings

Cain grew tire watching Glen walking back-and-forth as if he was losing his mind. The tipping point of the pen continue to click as Glen eyes gazes around. Cain finally stand up from sitting on the couch and walk towards the window pane, looking down at the chaotic scene everywhere in the Kayon City – or so at least in his side of view.

“What was he thinking?” asked Glen out of nowhere. “This decision of his will only brought more problems. We already had full on our hands. What could possibly he could attain from this?”

Cain shrugged. “Beats me. Even I can’t make sense what’s in his mind. All this time, Theo didn’t bother to tell us what’s the deal of this.”

“I can’t seem to rationalize if he’s a man or just brat. Everything he ordered seems to be rush. Specifically, when he reluctantly made a connection to those renegades. Only if he would listen to my advice, then it wouldn’t have come to this.”