Vic dug his fingers into the arms of the chair, leaning forward as he spoke. “I know it’s bad. I have a front-row seat.” Plum and Wright regarded him in silence, Plum behind a small desk and Wright in a chair across from him. Upon Vic’s insistence, they had gone to a meeting room filled with chairs and desks, more of a storage closet than a meeting room. “You should see the file from Kane and Korbaen,” said Plum with a grimace. Vic nodded. He hadn’t seen the actual file contents but had seen the stack of paperwork. The pair of Rishan had gone through thorough interviews, and he had heard a few of the highlights. “Everyone will leave once the game concludes.” Vic glanced at the clock on the wall, drumming his fingers on the chair arm. “There are six hours left. We should not interfere.” He set his eyes on his supervisors, his voice lowering to amplify the gravity of his statement.