As the news hit him like a thunderclap, Ethan didn't waste a second.
He broke away from the crowd and sprinted across the debris-littered street, eyes locked on Agent 777, who was overseeing the containment operations like a sentinel of order.
The man's stoic presence remained unshaken even amidst the controlled chaos around them.
"Agent 777!" Ethan called out as he reached him, breath slightly ragged.
The emotionless eyes of the agent locked onto him. "What is it?"
"I need to go. It's urgent. The Lancaster Estate is under attack — Striker and I are heading there now."
Agent 777's voice was flat, almost robotic. "No problem. We can handle everything here."
Ethan gave a small nod. "Thanks," he said, about to turn and run—
But then Agent 777 spoke again. His voice shifted slightly — just enough to be noticeable.
"...Be careful."
Ethan stopped in his tracks, surprised. He turned halfway back, eyes scanning the agent's neutral face.
