Bab 390: Trip

Eventually, we got inside of the helicopter, which I could see Mark waving from below. He looked a bit solemn about our departure but also—grateful, maybe? I wasn't so sure about his expression but I can say for sure it was one of his most genuine I've seen from him.

But the helicopter carried into the sky, as the sun glinted on Iceland, and soon enough, the Ice-FA became a little toy model.

"I'll miss them," Brie said with a calm sigh. "Definitely will." I nodded. "We all will, no doubt about it." Greg wiggled his neck before he turned to face all three of us in the backseats of the helicopter.

"Okay, let's review the plan, alright?" Greg said, his eyes carried towards us. "Get there, meet with the Lond-FA, tell them about the deal, and once it comes—BAM—we get the Xeno. Understood?"

"Understood," everyone said.