He sat in his chair, slamming his fist on the table, making a nearby employee shiver in their place as he cursed loudly.

“¡Hijo de puta!”

He frowned, his gaze narrowing.

“Well—!? Have we found him yet—!?”

He pointed to the photograph of his latest target pinned against the pin board nearby, as a nearby employee in the emergency meeting gulped, slowly turning their head towards you, as Eclipse turned his gaze to you, threateningly.