"We got something!"
Agent Suarez burst through the conference room door, clutching a folder against his chest. The other agents looked up from their scattered files and coffee cups.
"I said we got something!" Suarez announced, striding to the evidence board. "Our friends at Russia just finished questioning the Echo Smith."
He pulled out two glossy photographs and pinned them to the board with sharp jabs. The images showed two elegant women, one blonde, one slightly brunette, standing outside what looked like a French estate.
"The Rousseau sisters. Clementine and Sylvie."
Agent Williams leaned back in his chair. "The Duelist of Rose? Miguel, we can't touch them. They're French nationals, and one of them is an S-tier Hero. The diplomatic nightmare alone—"
