As soon as Simon left the office, Vindictus snapped his fingers and the door slammed shut. He stood there for a moment and tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

Something about points and a stick.

Strange.

He shook his head and walked back to his office window. This time, he opened it and leaned on the windowsill, staring at the Lake.

Deep breath. And another.

Odd. There wasn't any salt in the air.