Liam observed that there were about six people in the meeting, and others were waiting around in different locations doing menial jobs like sweeping the floor, sharpening knives, or cooking.
For some reason, Liam's attention wavered as he looked at the cook. He didn't know who he was. Nevertheless, Liam's eyes kept being drawn in by the man's skill, and he watched what he was using, how he did it, and when he adjusted the heat under the stove. It was fascinating to observe.
Soon he realized how long it had taken him and how much time he had wasted observing the cook. Liam turned around, left as silently as he had come, and closed in on the meeting room. He heard arguing from it and opened the door silently. He entered the room without anyone noticing.
"Are you saying that the Reapers failed?"
"Yes, you fucking lunatic, I got information that they are still alive."
"That's not possible!"
"Reapers have never failed!"
"Where the fuck did you get that bullshit info?"