Yancy Hastings had left by the time Fiona Sutton, after much deliberation, finally withdrew five hundred USD from the ATM.
In a records room somewhere in the Military Camp lay the farewell letters written by the four special forces soldiers before their departure.
Yancy Hastings' letter happened to be right on top.
It was densely covered, line after line, with Fiona Sutton's name.
"Fiona, I will come back alive. I will take responsibility for you. I will stay alive to repay what I owe you."
Nia Mitchell lay on the large bed after dinner, clutching the quilt tightly around herself, determined not to let Maxwell Peary get his way.
Seeing her so on guard against him, Maxwell Peary was both amused and exasperated.
"Do you really have to be like this?"
Maxwell Peary lay down, reaching out to pull her closer.
But today, she was like a bristling cat; he couldn't get near her at all.
"Didn't I say I would control myself?"
