Unaware of the Game's Intentions, Yet Already a Player

Gordon set down the pen in his hand and raised his eyes to look at the confidant standing in front of the desk. There was a flicker of unreadable darkness in his gaze as he tore the paper in front of him and crumpled it, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. "You say Lorraine and Hans were attacked during their transfer this morning?"

"That's correct," the confidant replied, not daring to hide anything. He explained clearly, "According to our people, the attack was sudden, but none of the law enforcement officers were hurt. It seems the assailants deliberately avoided them. Hans only suffered minor abrasions, but Lorraine... she was as close to death as one can get."

At these words, a contemplative look appeared on Gordon's face. "It seems she truly did face death."

The confidant moved forward, appropriately handing him a warm towel. "There's one more thing."

"Yes?" Gordon's eyes glinted with interest.