John Brown went straight back to the hotel, where the four close buddies immediately pestered him for details. He barely managed to fend them off before finally climbing into bed to rest.
All five of them were in a large suite at the moment, but no one was feeling particularly sleepy. Their bond as comrades had been forged through countless life-and-death situations. Back then, even the smallest ounce of selfishness could have thrown everyone into mortal danger. But they trusted each other enough to leave their backs exposed, knowing that even if a teammate couldn't neutralize the threat, they would at least shield incoming bullets with their bodies.
This kind of relationship was truly a life-and-death camaraderie—trusting one another with their lives, not just typical drinking buddies or casual friends.
"Boss, after you left, Hawk Squad started having problems." Martin Miller puffed on his cigarette and suddenly sighed deeply.
