Ravi saw them first. Twelve people with masks with white priestly robes.
One of them suddenly clapping, "Arlen Sinclair, what a wonderful display of ability. Your mother would be most proud. At last, you are worthy to be called A Sinclair."
It was the voice of a man, maybe in his late thirties. Arlen could not tell. Seeing the robes and the emblem, he could recognize this group.
In every police system, the number one most wanted criminal was a group. Infernal Covenant.
He had grown stronger than he initially was but it was still folly to engage the Infernal Covenant.
This people were not only very strong, but extremely elusive. Like a snake, they would slither away when the fight becomes too much for them,
It would slow them down. And time was their enemy.
"How much were you paid?" There was no reason for the Infernal Covenant to be here otherwise if they were not paid.
There was the sound of someone scoffing from behind the masks.
