Abilities

"Are you sure?" the voice on the other end of the phone pressed.

"Yes. I've already redirected their investigation in another direction," the colonel answered calmly. His voice was low, but every word was clear.

"Good. Stay in touch." With that, the call ended.

The colonel put down the phone, picked up his glass, and spun his chair around to face the American flag and the SSR emblem on the wall.

A soaring eagle extended its claws, gripping a round shield tightly.

He took a sip of the amber liquor. Its fiery taste relaxed him considerably.

But just as he was about to close his eyes for a brief rest, a voice he could never have expected suddenly came from behind him.

"Why not chat a little longer? I wanted to hear more. Who's this Elder, Colonel?"

The colonel's eyes widened as he spun his chair around. Only then did he realize that not only was Deathstroke here, but Howard and the others as well. The Howling Commandos had already sealed off the doorway.

"What do you want?!"

"Hand over the Obelisk, or I'll cut off all five of your limbs."

Su Ming answered the question simply.

They had indeed left earlier, and the colonel had checked that no one was outside before making his call. Unfortunately, this new colonel did not understand Deathstroke as well as Phillips had, nor did he know what kind of creature Deathstroke's little pet was.

When Su Ming and the others had "left," Strangle returned.

It clung to the corner of the wall like a long, thin bug and slipped in through the gap beneath the door, turning into a sound transmitter—one capable of directional recording.

At the corner of a distant hallway, Su Ming stopped the others and listened clearly to the colonel's