After returning, receiving routine medical care from her private doctor, taking a nice bath, and dealing with a few disobedient fellows, White Widow answered a call in a fairly good mood.
Three minutes later.
Her mood considerably less pleasant, White Widow pushed the Communicator a little farther away.
The man on the screen did not disappear. Instead, because she had touched the volume button, his voice grew a little louder.
"I need the latest."
Nadir Hassan said. The man in charge of the passage on the Government Forces' side, who had canceled their meeting at Tahlara Palace at the last minute, had finally deigned to show his face.
In other words, the madman who seriously believed that blowing up a city would teach the survivors peace.
Right now, he was buying a map from White Widow.
"Last time you arranged to meet me, you said it was urgent, too."
White Widow picked up her cup. Her wrist bumped against the rim, and she had to change her grip to hold it steady.
That masked freak who called himself Batman had broken her ankle back then.
White Widow looked at the ring of marks. The longer she looked, the more she felt the man before her ought to bear some responsibility, too.
After all, if he had shown up that night, there would have been at least one more unlucky person in that private room.
"My schedule changed at the last minute."
"Heh. So did my price."
She named a figure.
Nadir watched her for a moment.
"Jerusalem. I want complete information on the parts of the city you have."
White Widow set down her cup and brought up a map on her terminal. She marked out several areas, leaving the rest dark.
"These."
Nadir leaned closer to inspect the boundaries.