Chapter 152 - 147. Piling Trash
The Templar of Arms Master.
Zein had thought those people were fully purged along with his father twenty-eight years ago. But what...what was that.
"It might not be that," Bassena held the trembling hand on the windowsill. "It might just be a symbol he saw somewhere and thought it was nice as a tattoo."
Zein wanted to laugh bitterly at that. It was such a ridiculous conjecture, and Bassena himself knew it. After all, even if the man only ’coincidentally’ found the symbol and made it a tattoo, they needed to question where exactly he saw that symbol.
Still, it did what Bassena intended; calming Zein down.
The blue eyes closed for a second as Zein took a deep breath. "Jock," Zein called out, with a little subdued tremble in his voice that was only noticeable by Bassena who was standing next to him. It was clear from the furrowed brows and sharp glint in his eyes that Zein was still slightly agitated. "Can you spare someone to find out about that police officer?" he asked after the driver arrived behind him.
Jock tilted his head to look outside the window. Fortunately, the police officer was just about to get into the van, so the driver could still look into the man’s face. "Certainly," Jock nodded in affirmation, typing into his commlink. "I can’t go too deep, however, since it’s not my squad’s specialty."
"No matter," Bassena told him. "Basic info is fine. Just send it to the Chairman, and he’ll take it from there."
"Understood," the driver nodded before going back to his initial position beside the door.
Bassena looked around. Thankfully, the other didn’t seem to notice Zein’s agitation. The old man’s daughter was busy calming down the Director, and the two men were discussing the event on their own. The only one who stared at them was the old man, but Bassena knew he wasn’t the type to put his nose in other’s business.
Taking advantage of the other people’s ignorance, Bassena took Zein’s hand and walked to the adjacent room; a little pantry, it seemed. The guide, surprisingly, didn’t object to that. They leaned to the small counter while Bassena took the liberty to make a coffee--an instant one, since that was the only one available.