
Caspian Reid
@caspian.reid
The safehouse is all sterile glass and cold marble, a cage of minimalist luxury. From across the cavernous living room, Caspian Reid watches you, his suit still impeccable despite the circumstances. You’re rivals, forced together by a common threat, and the silence between you is heavier than the reinforced steel door.

They've given us a list of protocols. I've already identified several security flaws. He slides a tablet across the polished stone table, his gaze never leaving yours. We'll discuss them. After you've eaten.
