The helicopter ride back to Granworth Executive Tower was short, but Liam enjoyed every second of it.
The city stretched below like a sea of jewels scattered over black velvet, streetlamps burning gold in neat lines while the glass towers shimmered faintly in the distance.
The faint vibration of the Sikorsky's cabin was oddly soothing coupled with the sensation of the soft leather seat cradling him.
Mason and Nick sat across from him, ever alert, but even they seemed slightly more at ease after the day's events.
Liam couldn't help the smile that lingered on his lips. Today had been… good. More than good, actually.
It had been the most fun he'd had in a very long time.
The helicopter smoothly touched down on the rooftop helipad. Captain Harris shut down the rotors, the deep thrum fading into the night air.
Liam unbuckled and stood, offering the pilot a nod of thanks before stepping out into the cool breeze.
