"What do I owe the pleasure of you coming down to greet me?" Noa asked, his eyes darting around.
The first floor looked like a giant reception hall, with external Order members flooding it.
No one seemed to know about Tifa's identity, as they were getting orders from some special means.
Still, their loyalty was guaranteed by her skill, ensuring their faithfulness.
The building itself was a hotel—a real one with actual customers.
"Tifa told me to fetch you," the woman answered, adjusting her glasses. "I guess she was eager to speak with you."
Noa narrowed his eyes.
"Not even a day has passed," he said.
Viktor and Tifa both discarded his words and led him into an elevator.
The closed place showed their silent reflection.
Half a minute later, they arrived inside a bunker-like office, with others waiting for him.
Caroline was absent, as always.
Punchy grinned upon seeing him, showing a fist as a reminder.
Offering him a smile, Vivi nodded slightly.
