After hanging up, Garrett felt a sense of foreboding, and his heart pounded rapidly.
"Enzo, Enzo!"
A middle-aged guard hastened in. "Any orders, sir?"
"Get the car! Get it quickly! Let's go to Shaffer's residence!" Garrett hurried out of the house.
At 7 am, four elderly men in dark green uniforms sat around a square table in a study on the right wing of the House of Custos. Huxley humbly stood beside them.
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