Sages Tower, President's office.
Several Simulated Light Screens appeared over the elongated conference table, while the President stood in front of it, watching the tabletop with a dark expression.
Ever since the Cleaner and the Rift's attacks, he had stayed put there; only there, only in his own office, did he feel a sense of safety. Both the Cleaner's shot and the Rift's strong robbery were incredibly dangerous; had he not been lucky, he would have died in the hallway outside.
He gripped his fists tightly, then slammed one down on the conference table, causing it to shake.
"President, the Police have left," said the face of the supervision team leader from one of the Simulated Light Screens on the table. "They just took some evidence at random in the tower; it seems that their goal was not to gather evidence."
