"She's asleep," Michael said, stepping out from the private cabin.
Carlos hummed, eyes closed as he listened to the soft hum of the private jet.
They were heading back to New York.
"Do you think she'll talk?" Michael asked, referring to the girl Makoto gifted Carlos.
It's still a baffle how they still treat lives like goods, meant to be traded. Carlos almost forgot how crazy the Serpent could be.
"She would. Have the men prepared. We'll need to save the rest of them."
Michael nodded with a hum. Carlos could hear the tightness in his voice.
"I'm going to need to talk to Kyla," Michael said after a while of silence.
Carlos turned his head and looked at him.
Michael went on. "She knows my girl more than I do. I just have a few questions for her. I hope you don't mind."
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