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The atmosphere looked tense on the 45th floor of Falcy Building. Maverick didn't say much, just looked around as the place suddenly filled with men in white robes with peculiar headpieces. But that was a sign that they were not ordinary folks from all corners of Metro. They were all special individuals working under the Great Gideon's umbrella. Supervising and directing everything the rulers of Metro needed to do. If they violated, there would be consequences, and Horratio would be the one executing the punishment. His whereabouts are currently unknown to them all.

Gideon the Great, a tall and large man with a pointed head covering. His eyes as blue as the sea, with a firm jawline. Sitting cross-legged with one hand supporting his head. His eyes staring sharply at his interlocutor; Maverick Osmond.

"What are you going to talk about, Maverick."

Maverick smiles slightly. "What do you need today, sir? I feel like there's nothing to discuss."

Gideon the Great nods slightly. His eyes lazil
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