Nathaniel’s stare remained somewhere in the distance as Kaito stopped speaking. He knew very little about what the gadget men could accomplish, and he preferred it that way. Their skill was far beyond what he could ever imagine, and they were always on the cutting edge, employing the latest technologies and often mirroring the stretched imagination written into the latest blockbuster movies. It was why they were hired and also why they were paid so handsomely at the completion of each job.
It was unnatural for Nathaniel to be so interested in comprehending the fine details of how a job was assembled in the end, but this case was the exception—possibly the only exception he would ever allow himself. Kaito had orchestrated this one with his team, and Kaito wanted Nathaniel to know just how far he had stretched the fabric he had sewn into the events that occurred.
The Russian was dead.
Kaito stayed close to his team and, unlike Nathaniel, made a point of knowing exactly how they made these things happen. He wanted Nathaniel to hear it and to feel it like he did.