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Junior closed the door with a smile and sat down in his comfortable chair. Drawing out a bottle of his finest and pouring a glass, he leaned back and let out a contented sigh.

"Things going well, old friend?"

"Fuck!" Junior almost fell off his chair. He whirled around, eyes wide, only to relax when he saw who it was. "Oh, it's only you. Gods, Roman. You nearly have me a heart attack."

"Only me? I'm hurt, Hei. One would think me appearing in your office uninvited would be a bad thing."

[...]

Roman tipped his hat. "Well played. As for why I'm here. Well, a little information, but also to introduce someone."

There was a flicker of light by the back wall, and Junior realised a second later just how Roman had managed to sneak in and remain hidden. An illusion-based Semblance. Convenient. And dangerous.