Rogue was in her Guild's office, a spacious room with simple but elegant furniture and a huge window overlooking the city below. The afternoon was beginning to darken, and the distant sound of the goings-on around the Osiris Guild brought a sense of control, something she had always cherished. She was silent, watching the profit and loss reports while holding a mug of hot tea, her gaze attentive to detail.
She heard hurried footsteps approaching, and her keen sense of smell detected the scent of one of her subordinates, a short, nervous man with wide eyes.
"Ms. Rogue, we have a serious problem," he said, interrupting her concentration.
She looked at him for a moment, her yellow eyes, with the characteristic glint of her cheetah nature, fixed on him. "Go on," she said in a controlled voice, but one that carried a tone of authority that anyone knew to be dangerous.
