Back at the house, the group unloaded all the supplies. Then Ethan and Garrick headed straight to the kitchen to cook.
After all, with that much loot hauled in today, it was the perfect excuse to throw together a proper feast and celebrate.
The moment Miles stepped into the luxury mansion, he froze. For someone as sharp as him, it still took a second to process what he was seeing.
This… was the apocalypse?
Because it sure didn't feel like it here.
Clean rooms. A gaming console casually sitting in the living room. A deck of poker cards still scattered on the table from a half-finished game. Everything screamed comfort and ease.
It was like the rest of the world was living in a nightmare—and these guys were on vacation.
"Relax…" Chris clapped Miles on the shoulder, mimicking Ethan's tone. "The apocalypse? That's other people's problem. What's it got to do with the Fallen Star Squad?"
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