Orson stood off to the side, waiting for Rupert to give further instructions.

Rupert didn't say a word. He reached into his coat, searching for his lighter, but after rummaging around for a while, he couldn't find it.

Without a word, Orson pulled his own lighter from his pocket and flicked it, lighting Rupert's cigarette for him.

Rupert took a deep drag, his face brooding and silent, the ember at his fingertips trembling slightly.

He stood like that for a long moment before, through the haze of smoke, he finally spoke. "Go on."

"Yes, sir."

Orson shot him a worried glance before heading off to find Chris.

But when he reached Chris's office, it was empty.

He called him, only to find out Chris was over at the outpatient building, helping out with some hospital event.

It was noisy on the other end, and Chris had to practically shout to be heard not exactly the best way to have a conversation.

"I'll come find you," Orson said, and hung up.

He stepped outside just as the sky, which had been bright and sunny that morning, erupted into a torrential downpour.

Orson frowned and was about to make a run for it when a car pulled up beside him.

"Hey, Orson!"


rolled down just a crack, but Orson already recognized the voice- and felt his

Zion.

Orson spotted two people

hello, Sylvia suddenly let out a squeal, clutching her phone in one hand and grabbing Lester's with

online! Do you know how tough their

said, "It's pretty far from here,

with her reaction. She had, after all, promised Lester

an interview. No

me," Lester replied with

you! I owe you

after she said this

him, she couldn't help but think of someone

reined in her excitement. "Hey,


greeted them politely. "Are

explained, "My dad heard that Tristan was admitted to the hospital. He just flew back into the country and things

Sad some

asked me to check

ore of,

s

see. Well, I won't keep

saw Sylvia

Rupert's solitary

"Ms. Lloyd, actually—"

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