The group of mutants was resolute and ready for the near future.
Kai's team - himself, Nadya, Amina, and Lenny - would handle their side of things with the AMC. Meanwhile, Sven, Isaac, and Takeshi were bound for London.
There was no fear in any of them, only the sharp, humming anticipation that came before a storm.
Before parting, they sat together for one last meal - simple rations, but somehow grounding. No one spoke at first; they didn't need to. Every look, every gesture, carried meaning. Trust. Understanding. The kind forged by surviving hell together.
Kai watched them quietly while taking a drag off his cigarette - Nadya stuffing her face, Amina praying silently over her food, Lenny poking his food with a fork like a picky child, and Takeshi sitting like a statue, calm but alert. Sven and Isaac, as usual, were bickering about something small, but their tone held no real heat.
