Tristan Ross: whispers to himself. That’s my girl.
yelling You better find him! And this time, don't come back empty-handed!
steps forward No need to look any further, son. I've got our target right here. points to a heavily cloaked figure behind him
surprised How did you...? Dad, who's that?
smirks This is the traitor who's been causing us so much trouble. He thought he could hide forever.
angry He needs to pay for what he's done.
steps forward, pulling out a small vial Exactly. And he will. aims the vial at the traitor Prepare yourself, this is going to be a show you won't forget.
throws the vial at the traitor's feet, causing it to explode in a cloud of thick smoke Take that, you bastard!
steps back, watching the chaos unfold Is it done?
smirks, satisfied Yes, son. It's done. The traitor won't ever threaten us again. Now, let's clean up this mess.
relieved Good riddance. Let's go home.
pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket Indeed, let's. But first, I need to dispose of this evidence.
nodding Make sure there's no trace left behind.
takes the handkerchief and begins wiping away any traces of their presence No loose ends, son.
watching closely I trust you.
disposes of the handkerchief into a nearby drain It's all taken care of now. Let's head home.
As they walk home, Tristan receives a phone call from an unknown number. His expression turns serious as he listens to the voice on the other end.
frowning It's a message from an old friend... or rather, an old enemy.
answers the call Hello? What do you want?
waiting anxiously Who is this?
voice tense It's Marcus... Marcus Blackwood. He wants a meeting.
Marcus? What does he want?
pauses, listening intently He says he has information about a new threat... one that could surpass even my own family's power.