"And you?" Charles's lips curved in a cold smile as he threw the question back. "You can't let go of Angela either, can you?"
Janice was in a delicate stage right now. If he had a choice, he wouldn't take a single step away from her—but of course, this was the exact moment the mission came.
"You ever wonder," Shaun mused, "how we ended up letting Black Hawk recruit us in the first place?"
It had been chance—fate, even—that caught Black Hawk's attention. He had poured resources into molding them into what they were today. Without him, the four of them would never have formed this bond that had weathered blood and fire.
That man had given them not just opportunity, but the kind of rigorous, relentless training that forged their current strength. Their success was tied to him—and for that, they owed him more than they could ever repay.
"Regret it?" Charles asked, catching the faraway look in Shaun's eyes. A cigarette dangled unlit between his lips, giving him an air of lazy danger.
