Ronnie was walking the halls of the office, issuing new defensive orders. "No-one enters or leaves without contacting me, Valentine, or the security team. Security team is on double-alert, until further notice. Every non-agent will be issued blessed pistols, and blessed firearms will be stocked in the armory."
Valentine was seated on Raz's desk, knowing he was injured. "Something wrong, big man?"
Ray was in his room, simply staring at his feet on the edge of the bed. He felt like he was in someone else's body, and unsure of what was wrong.