The helicopter disintegrated in the air, and Luna Clark also turned to ashes in that moment. Perhaps she didn't feel much pain before she died...
This was his only consolation.
Vincent withdrew his gaze, looking solemnly into the void.
He had to retake the Mekong River.
That was the goal Luna Clark and he had been fighting for all this time, and it was her only wish before she left.
He couldn't let her down.
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Iris Harris awoke from a dream, looking somewhat confused at the emptiness.
She was surrounded by soft bedding, not the cold, hard iron bed she remembered before she fell unconscious.
She slightly shifted her gaze and saw the needle inserted in the back of her hand.
"Miss Harris, you're awake."
The blonde, blue-eyed nurse came in, her smile sweet, holding a steaming cup of milk, offering it to her.
"You didn't eat anything yesterday, starting with something too heavy might be hard. Have some milk first?"
"..."
