Chapter 105: Taking Action
A heavy silence settled, broken only by the distant hum of the fluorescent lights and the muffled whisper of the ventilation system.
- "We must inform the Hunters Bureau immediately," Laura concluded, her voice regaining its professional firmness. "If even a tenth of what he says is true, we’re facing an unprecedented threat."
Marc nodded gravely, retrieving a secure, austere-looking phone from the inner pocket of his jacket.
- "I’ll contact the Director directly. A matter of this sensitivity can’t go through regular channels."
His fingers quickly dialed a number known to few. After three rings, a deep voice answered.
- "Inspector Marc Lemaire here," he announced, his low voice vibrating with restrained urgency. "We have a critical situation."
He hesitated for a fraction of a second before continuing:
- "The survivor of the yeti dungeon massacre claims the responsible creatures are dragons. Yes, dragons, in a dungeon officially listed as housing only yetis. He’s adamant and... strangely convincing."
A silence as heavy as lead fell on the line. Marc could almost hear the gears turning in the brilliant and calculating mind of the Director. Then, the deep, authoritative voice resumed, each syllable measured with military precision:
- "Dragons? I see. It might be wise to convene an emergency meeting of the Council. Thank you, Inspector Lemaire. Keep the suspect in complete isolation."
The call ended abruptly. Marc slowly put away his phone, exchanging a long look with Laura. No words were necessary—they both knew they had just set in motion a series of events with incalculable consequences.