Three weeks had passed since the rank evaluations, and Proxima City, the beating heart of the B-rank district, had transformed a once empty lot into something that actually looked legitimate.
The weeks had flown by in a blur of hammers, constructions, and more paperwork than Kurt ever wanted to see again.
Kurt stood on the street corner, cigarette between his lips, watching the construction crew put the finishing touches on Raven's Crow's new headquarters.
The building rose five stories into the sky, and workers in hard hats swarmed the site, putting the final touches on the massive structure.
A worker descended from the scaffolding, removing his helmet and wiping sweat from his forehead. "That's the last of it, Mr. Manchester. She's all yours."
Kurt nodded. "Cheers, mate. You lads did solid work."
