"Ever since the Tingen City Team uncovered this human trafficking case spanning the entire eastern part of the kingdom, the Nighthawks had been tracking down the Beyonder forces behind it. Not only was the Demoness Sect involved, but the Aurora Order had even made an appearance."
At this moment, the Silver Bullet Detective Agency had hung up a sign announcing that it was closed. Its doors and windows were tightly shut, and the curtains were drawn snugly to prevent even a trace of sound or light from leaking out.
In the first-floor hall, everyone except the Nighthawks assigned to guard Chanis Gate had gathered together. Some sat, some stood, all listening carefully as Clement, captain of the Enmat Harbor Team, explained the mission.
Most of them were people Angel had become familiar with over the past few days, but there were also two she had never seen before. They were likely local team members who had recently been busy "monitoring targets."
Daly Simone had caught up on her sleep during the day and was now full of energy. Taking advantage of her gender privilege, she claimed the largest sofa and beckoned Angel over to sit with her.
Rupert Norman had finally figured out his pipe and now held it between his teeth, its stem trembling slightly. He had not lit it, merely letting his gaze wander across the others.
Morrow, the Sleepless from Pritz Harbor, and Brandon Poirot, the Midnight Poet, stood behind Rupert together, their expressions solemn and their eyes fixed straight ahead.
The two local Nighthawks, one seated and one standing, remained slightly apart from the others, both looking toward their captain.
Clement, captain of the Enmat Harbor Team and a Nightmare, sat in a high-backed chair. On the low table before him lay a map of the