After an eventful day at the Novak University, both Rahkaze and Chloe met up with their superiors and Interpol offices in Madrid. Miles was at her office, waiting for them to stop on by. With a few knocks on the door, but for causing Chloe finally arrived as they got down to business on what they have discovered on the first day of the Novak University. Rahkaze and Chloe sat down with Miles as they made themselves comfortable.

“Okay, the first day of school. What you got?” Miles asked.

Still reeling from the psych evaluations from the Nether Elite and from that impromptu visit from Noel Moon, Chloe had to pull herself together and gave her honest assessment, “Dolph must be out of his mind thinking I would clear these four ‘females’ for duty. I wouldn’t let them be crossing guards at preschools.”

Miles winced at Chloe’s scathing assessment, “That’s very harsh…”

“All four of ‘the elite’ are paranoid, suffer from PTSD, anxiety, depression, sexual frustration and anger issues,” Chloe analyzed.

“Why am I not surprised? I could tell you that they're all fucked in the head, and I don’t have a degree in head shrinking,” Rahkaze added.

Chloe sighs in disappointment, “Anyway, there is no way I can medically clear Silvestri for field duty on what I discovered—oh, whom I kidding?! The Superintendent is going to overrule me anyway, isn’t he?!”

“Only to show good faith. As far as everyone involved is concerned, they are not the Oleander Syndicate anymore. They are full agents of Interpol,” Miles explained.

“I thought I was a pure savage,” Rahkaze chimed in.

“Oh, we have those around here, Zayne. We don’t hold anything back…” Miles proudly stated.

There were a lot of ulterior motives around Interpol’s involvement with the Oleander Syndicate or in this case, the remnants of the Oleander Syndicate. They wanted to keep them close and on a short leash, so to speak and don’t want them to go into hiding as they all did five years ago. Even though there was a polarizing decision throughout the rank-and-file of Interpol, it’s had to be done to keep full tabs on them.

“I heard you took a gander to the bomb fragments the New Scotland Yard gave them for study. What did you find?” Miles asked Rahkaze.

“It was an MK-77, but it was highly modified. The metal casing was thicker than the original model, and it was filled with white phosphorus instead of napalm. Then, the entire build of the bomb was nothing that I have seen before,” Rahkaze reported.

“You think it was homemade?”

“I have a lot of fragments left that don’t fit anywhere else…” Rahkaze wavered. “Yet some pieces were missing… I’ll have to come up with schematics on my own to see whether or not which part--”

Suddenly, someone knocks on the door and enters the room unannounced. It was none other than Dolph himself with a stack of papers in one hand. Seeing both Rahkaze and Chloe, he wasn’t too thrilled running into them again for the second time in one day.

Great, both of them are here, Dolph thought to himself.

“Mr. Eichner, we were just talking about Silvestri’s evaluation. Congratulations, she passed!” Miles proudly reported with the thumbs up.

Bullshit! Dolph thought, but he decided to act like he was grateful for the excellent news, “I’m glad, thanks…”

“Is that the reason why you are here?” Miles being curious.

“Magdalene Locke was released from prison three days ago, serving a stint in London prison,” Dolph announced. “Locke was one of the operatives in Oleander Syndicate. She was a part of the Nether Elite. They called her ‘Geist’ for her eerie appearance and communicating with the dead. According to London authorities, she was caught five years ago during the bombing. She was given 10 years, but they let her go due to good behavior--”

“Reports say that she committed suicide, but the autopsy says otherwise. She suffered dry drowning, broken bones, and sub-dermal hematomas to the brain, and a snapped neck. We know, Dolph,” Miles cuts him off, leaving Dolph bewildered.

“Wait, how did you know this?”

“She used to work for the CIA as an undercover agent. They staged the suicide…” Miles explained.

Dolph’s reaction to such news turned his face paler than the snow, “Oh, my God…”

“I was going to wait until tomorrow to tell you, but seriously… A murdered CIA agent with ties to the old Oleander Syndicate is not good PR for you, Dolph,” Miles nonchalantly stated.

And it was not suitable for any of them. On their watch, a CIA agent infiltrated the Oleander Syndicate and was murdered. By whom was anybody’s guess, but now more than ever, people will start talking, and the stigma of the old ways of the syndicate will tarnish the new university he has vehemently defended and built for years.

Admitting to this new reality, Dolph was all in, “Okay, were do we start?”

“Don’t bother. Agents Silvestri, Junichi, Anderson, and Shimizu will not be on the case. I called someone else. They will all meet you tomorrow morning,” Miles ordered.

He had a suspicion about who they had in mind, and it made him even more physically sick, “You have any idea what you are doing?”

“This isn’t the Oleander Syndicate anymore, Dolph. The moment you kissed the ring, you lost that Grandmaster title. And your little wolf girls are now Interpol agents. You don’t think there would be some bias during this case?” Miles explained.

During his hands up in defeat, Dolph relented, “Alright, fine! Who’s coming to the university and doing the investigation then!”

Miles shrugged her shoulders and announced his fate, “The Aethereal Queen and she is bringing the Crucis Sentinels.”

Hearing that announcement almost made Dolph cry as Rahkaze laughed out of hysterically. Chloe held her hand over her mouth in disbelief. This couldn’t be a worse time to be alive for Dolph Eichner…