Two days had passed since the attack on Barron's mansion, and there was still no sign of the perpetrators.
Even the Foreign Intelligence Service and the Russian army had failed to find any trace of them — it was as if everyone involved vanished into thin air.
Terrence made his way back to the base, hoping to find clues or regroup.
But when he arrived, all he saw was a smoldering pile of ashes.
The entire base was burned to the ground — most likely to erase all traces of the operation. It was a logical move, but it left him completely on his own.
Not that it was a real problem for someone of his caliber — it would just take him a bit longer to make his way back to the United States.
'I should start walking… It's going to be a long journey,'
That was what he thought — but as he stepped out toward the highway, he spotted a pickup truck speeding down the road.
A group of teenage boys were in the back, laughing loudly and drinking, their breath fogging in the cold night air.
