Chapter 132: The Last Witness

The black Cadillac glided to a halt twenty minutes later at a helicopter strip, and Athena exited the vehicle alongside two men clad in black combat gear.

"Is everything ready?" She inquired as she marched purposefully toward the waiting helicopter, exuding an air of military precision.

"Yes, ma’am," The men responded in unison, flanking her with an air of camaraderie. As the Cadillac rolled away to a solitary bunker that resembled a car wash, Athena felt a surge of determination flush through her.

Inside the helicopter, the men handed her a file.

"All strands have been pulled, and the subject is safely in position. The boss says you owe him one though," One of the men remarked.

Athena noticed the signs of a smile tugging at their lips and offered a knowing grin in return.

"That’s a deal then. Please extend my thanks to him—especially since he’s throwing a tantrum and ignoring my calls," She replied, a playful edge in her voice.

Deep sonorous laughters suddenly filled the air, a sense of familiarity rippling through their ranks borne from years of teamwork.

"Well, you can’t blame him. You are easily the best we’ve ever had, and you turned down his offer to work for the nation, even after he dangled an outrageous sum of money in front of you." The taller man, Eric, said, a note of admiration in his tone. "And I can safely say, I miss working with you."

"No ’ma’am’ this time, Eric?" Athena teased, causing another round of laughter to ripple through the cabin.

"You hated us calling you that. How about the old man?" He asked, a smirk present in his lips.

demeanor softening. "Aiden is fine. He’s

man," The second man muttered, glancing out

me, Eric, why I don’t join you guys? Just look at Shawn’s face. I couldn’t sacrifice my time with my

to see that," Shawn replied, his voice

as always,

hovered over a desolate stretch of land, where nothing but withering grass

a long rope from the side of his seat, securing it and tossing it down to the

finish up in the next fifteen to twenty minutes. So come and get us when it’s time," He instructed the pilot, the rope descending rapidly into

nodded, maintaining the holding pattern of the helicopter carefully, so

harness to the rope and slid down. Eric followed suit,

distance, she couldn’t help but reminisce about the last time she had broken into

you still remember how to navigate to the back

to drop us here; this

biting her lip in concentration as she scanned the ground, while moving her hand strategically through the thin cold

visibly alert, as if expecting something

to be waving her hands at empty

a button-like surface. With a swift motion, she pressed it, and to her delight, a hidden passageway began to open, revealing a

pulling out a small flashlight and stepping forward into the darkness.

sealing off the entrance, keeping the illusion of an empty barren land intact, ensuring that any signs of

only have fifteen minutes to do what we need to do before the system comes back online, and the guards

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