Chapter twenty five.

Robel waits for the agents to come to the dining room.

As soon as they walked in, they saw the feast on the table mocking them. It was a feast enough to feed an entire village.

Robel Petro smiles at them from his seat as he stabs and cuts his t-bone steak with a sharp silver knife and a silver fork.

"Please, Agent James, Agent Donald, join me."

The maids brough out two more dishes and left without lifing their heads up.

James and Donald looked at eachother before they sat across from eachother with Robel in the middel at the head of the table.

James looks at the food infront of him just as Donald does.

Donald seemed to be losing the battle in his head. He knows that they are not going to eat. He knows that that they shouldn't. But his insides were are the verg of comsuming ecahother.

His hands slowly decended to the food infront of him as if they have minds of their own but stopped when he felt a kick on his leg under the table.

He looks up to see James staring back at him with a warni