Winston Kraus was handcuffed as Kyoinor kept watch of him. They were inside Harper's car as she planned to drive them to Kyoinor's house. "I can't believe that you're putting your trust in a spy. I know it is your nature to be a risk-taker. But perhaps you've taken this gambling trait too far?"

"I suppose I am. But you and Harper went along with me causing a commotion in order to capture Winston." Kyoinor said.

"Yes, but only because it would only catch him off guard and make his capture more efficient." Clair said. "However, taking a spy in has more risks than efficiency."

"A traitor like me can understand another traitor. So it's fine." he spoke. "We can't exactly stay at another hotel since we've already caused trouble in one. We also can't bring someone in handcuffs."

"I resign in attempting to convince you to reconsider." Clair sighed.

"Well, we've arrived anyway." Harper spoke as she stopped the car. "There's nothing we can do anymore."

Kyoinor got out of the car and assisted the spy shortly afterwards. Harper and Clair got out themselves and all of them walked into Kyoinor's house. Once they were all inside, the mercenary took the spy's firearm from his holster. He proceeded to put the gun into his belt. "Looks like we'll need to pass the time until 5."

Kyoinor walked towards his counter and grabbed a plastic bag. "I have some leftover baked cod so let's eat in the meantime."

"I’ll pass on the baked cod," Harper said. "I had a decent breakfast in the hotel."

'I’m quite full myself." Clair added.

"Alright, I’ll just pass it on to Winston then." Kyoinor said before turning to look at Harper. "You should probably unlock his handcuffs. He can’t exactly eat with handcuffs."

"Fair enough, but we’ll need to take extra precautions." Harper said as she took a silver key from her pocket.

The police officer inserted the key into the handcuffs and twisted it, unlocking the metal restraints. "Don’t try anything stupid."

Winston simply remained emotionless as his wrists were freed from his handcuffs. Kyoinor handed the bag of baked cod to the spy. "Go on, take it."

"..Thank you." he spoke as he took the bag from Kyoinor.

The mercenary invited him to sit down on his dining table in which the spy obliged to his request. Winston took out the plastic cutlery and opened the lid of the styrofoam container. He stabbed a piece of cod with his fork and took a bite. He chewed the seafood and showed slight signs of enjoyment as he quickly went to stab another piece of baked cod. "Our enemies may find it odd that their well-trained spy forgot to feed himself." the mercenary pointed out. "He’s also going to be a double-agent for us."

"Fair enough." Clair said. "There’s no need to mistreat the spy. We are not vile barbarians."

"We’re going to keep watch of him anyway. I suppose that we don’t need to handcuff him all the time." Kyoinor suggested.

"Are you foolish enough to be dismissive of possible escape?" Harper asked. "We should not risk Winston escaping."

"The idea of escaping is a simple-minded concept to me." the blonde spy said. "I find it quite unlikely that I’ll be able to escape the grasps of you three. I would say that you do not need to fret about me, but perhaps you still see me as an enemy- as my words may seem dubious and untrustworthy to you."

Winston finished the baked cod that Kyoinor gave to him. "I enjoyed the cod. I thank you for your hospitality." he spoke with emotionless gratitude.

'A face that lacks expression.' the mercenary thought. 'I wonder why he has such a blank face; why he’s stripped of all emotion. Any hint of emotion is only expressed in a subtle, slight way. Yet, he can create a facade for himself with ease. He’s a desolate husk that can be a brilliant actor.'

Winston glanced at Kyoinor, Clair, and Harper with his cold icy gaze. He then looked at his empty styrofoam container (as he ate the entire serving of cod).

Eventually, clouds that bore resemblance to orange cotton began to flood the blue and yellow gradients of the sky. Winston had put on his beige trench coat as left for the darkening skies of noon. "Tell your employer that we're going to be in a forest at about 11 o'clock A.M tomorrow. We'll ask you to report the information at 9 o'clock A.M tomorrow." the mercenary spoke.

"You're letting him roam free for a more than half a day?" Harper questioned. "Wouldn't you consider the idea that he might just desert us?"

"Even if I asked him to immediately report back to us, he still has a window of opportunity of deserting. It makes no difference." Kyoinor pointed out.

The spy put on their beige fedora and headed out to report the false information. Harper and Kyoinor watched the spy close the door behind him as he left. "I suppose you have a point. I should perhaps trust you on this, mercenary. You have unfathomable and a lack of rational thought- but not unreasonable."

"You have my thanks." Kyoinor spoke as he walked towards his door. "I'm going to take a walk. It's stiffling to be couped up for a while."

"Agreed. Hopefully you don't mind me accompanying you." Clair said.

"Feel free to come along." the mercenary said.

"I'll see you two tomorrow. I'll take my leave." Harper said. "I'm quite exhausted from today."

"Good night." Clair said.

"Night." Kyoinor added.

The three stepped out of the house as Harper walked towards her car. She went inside her and started up the engine. She shortly drove away after. "Do you have a place in mind on where to walk?"

"Yep. The streets of Westminister." he said as they started walking.

"It's quite noisy with all the bustling in the city." the former detective remarked.

"Shame that you can't see the lights of Westminister." Kyoinor said. "But you were once able to, yes?"

"Yes. But that was a couple of years ago." the historian said. "Westminister is truly a radiant city."

The two had soon stepped on the sidewalks of the streets where the buildings that illuminated with light presided on. "Were you borned in Westminister?" she asked.

"Nope, I came from Birmingham." he spoke.

"Ah. I was wondering about your accent difference. You didn't sound like you originated from this area." she spoke.

"Well, what about you?" Kyoinor asked.

"New Brunswick in Canada." she stated.

"When did you decide you move out of Canada and into England?" he asked.

"I was 18 at the time I believe. I suppose I was a bit adventurous and daring to establish myself in England. That ambition has brought me both fortunate and misfortune." she said.

The two continued walking as they felt the cold air breeze past them. They walked past and alleyway in which Kyoinor turned to look at. The mercenary saw two people huddled together as they looked unkempt and hopeless. Their hair was ragged and tangled as they looked down towards the ground. They both seemed to be youthful and had a fit physique.

One of them saw Kyoinor and Clair and got up quickly. The mercenary recognized her face. She was referred as Robyn in the Cardiff gang. The other person who was huddled next to her was Cecil.

"Clair Gauthier, is that you?" she asked.