The next Freewinds meeting began much the same as the last. The yacht was as polished and grand as ever, and the evening air carried a mix of sea breeze and wealth.
Once again, the faceless figure in the white mask took the stage. Their modulated voice rang out:
"Hunter Rothschild remains unaccounted for."
No one had cracked the case.
Despite our collective resources, Rothschild's trail had gone cold.
The person on stage reiterated the reward—50 points for locating him.
As the night went on, I noticed Soros's table again. This time, something was different. The man in the dark red suit, the one who spoke with the scientist the last time—Alfred—was no longer there.
I wondered what they did with him.
As I watched Soros's group, another familiar figure caught my eye—Arnold. He was standing by the bar with a small group of people.
'His birthday is coming up soon...'
I'd have to be ready for that.