"Boss, it's him again."

"Now? What does he want this time?" Silas's voice was thick with irritation. His eyes remained locked ahead, barely acknowledging the phone being handed to him. Even as he took the call, his expression was one of pure annoyance.

"Yeah, what is it?"

Celeste couldn't hear much, only catching fragments of the conversation carried on the wind.

"You're giving me information, and now you want me to let someone live?"

"Ha... who the hell do you ...