Aurora City International Airport. Isaac sat comfortably in his presidential car, which was parked across from the airport. His eye slowly scanned the airport entrance as he waited patiently for Michael, Gordon, and the rest of the group to exit. He had personally come to meet them, something his staff had strongly advised against given his position, but Isaac didn't care. These weren't ordinary people. Some of them had just survived an abandoned island, and Michael was his friend. Sitting beside him was his secretary. The man adjusted his glasses and looked toward the airport with an uneasy expression. "Sir, I don't know how to feel about this. I mean, letting a bunch of people with no official documents for flying come into the country? What if more people start thinking they can do that?" Isaac turned his head toward him. "You do realize that part of that group was on an abandoned island, right? And the people who helped them put themselves in harm's way just to bring them back

As they loaded their stuff into the car, Michael leaned closer to Mira, lowering his voice so only she could hear him. “I think I have my answer now.” Mira stopped what she was doing and looked at him with a confused expression, “Answer to what?” Michael gave her a knowing look, clearly enjoying the confusion on her face. “To my question at Fog Island.” She frowned. “Question?” He snickered under his breath. “Nevermind.” Before she could ask anything else, he walked past her and helped with her luggage. Mira watched him walk away, completely puzzled. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, “What is he on about?” She tried to remember what her brother could possibly be referring to, but nothing immediately came to mind. Just then, Adrian leaned down from behind her and whispered, “We’re good to go.” Mira sharply turned around and immediately found herself face to face with him. Their eyes met, and for a second, she completely forgot what she had been thinking about. Sh

Michael found himself caught in a loop as the memory of him killing those soldiers replayed over and over again in his mind. Every time he was falling into deep sleep, he saw the same moments. The gunfire, the bodies falling, the blood on his hands, and the terrible silence afterward. He tossed and turned in bed, trying to force the memory away, but it refused to leave him alone. No matter how much he tried to rest, his mind kept dragging him back there. Then a soft knock on the door finally made his eyes open. Michael remained still for a moment, staring at the ceiling before turning his head toward the nightstand. He looked at the digital clock beside his bed, it was getting close to 6 p.m. He frowned slightly, all that time and he couldn't even get some proper sleep. The knock didn't come again, but he got up regardless and moved toward the door. As he opened it and stepped out, he saw Monica walking away down the hallway and immediately called her back. Monica stopped and t

“Hi, Michael...” Celia’s voice echoed calmly from the other side of the line. There was a little hesitation in her voice, as if she had thought about calling him for a while before finally doing it. “I got your new number from Barry. Hope you don’t mind.” Michael leaned against the wall and smiled slightly. “Of course I don’t.” He quickly said. “It’s good to hear your voice. I didn’t get to say goodbye last time because...” He paused, not sure of how to explain what he had wanted to say. “Oh, about that, I... I’m actually in Sunset City right now.” His eyebrow lifted. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah. I cashed in all of my vacation days for the year, so I’ll be in town for a while. I was hoping we could… Catch up sometime?” Michael nodded even though she couldn’t see him. “Yeah, absolutely.” “Great. I’ll see you around, Michael.” The call ended. Michael stared at his phone for a while, a small smile tugging at his lips as he finally walked back toward the meeting room.– Two days later, at

Mira’s reaction wasn’t much. She remained unimpressed as the gun pressed harder against her head. She barely moved, as if the situation was more irritating than threatening. She looked ahead for a moment before slowly raising an eyebrow, “Robbery? In broad daylight?” She didn’t sound frightened at all. If anything, she seemed more annoyed that someone had interrupted her day. The robber shifted behind her, clearly expecting fear or panic. Instead, Mira sounded almost bored. He tightened his grip on the weapon and pressed it harder against her head. “I’m warning you... Make a sound and I’ll blow your brains...” The robber didn’t get to finish when he felt an invisible force yank him backwards and throw him against the wall. His gun slipped from his hand and landed on the ground a few feet away. She stood up and turned around. The robber looked confused and scared. He looked around, trying to figure out what had happened, until he looked at Mira. His eyes widened as he recognized