Leroy's soup dripped onto the table as he anxiously asked, "Aspen, now that Atlas is dead, what about our money?"

"Shut up!" Christina kicked him under the table. "How can you think about money at a time like this?"

With a grave expression, Christina turned to Aspen. "We need to act fast. Contact someone in the Northern District and get your investment back immediately."

Aspen snapped out of her daze and quickly dialed Atlas' office number. A raspy voice answered, "Who are you looking for?