HUGO’S POV
More than two weeks have passed, and my wound has healed, but I don’t understand why I’m not happy about it. It’s funny because I can’t figure out why I’m not pleased that my wound has healed.
I’m here in my office now, meeting with Hanz and Hanz’s father, my uncle. We’re discussing a project I want to start with them, so I really prepared this day for this meeting. The next day, I’ll be heading to New Jersey because we’re going to attack an enemy base. They’re all already in New Jersey, and only I and a few of my men are still here in New York because I still have important work to finish. I had quite a long rest due to my own carelessness. We’re just waiting for his friends, who still haven’t arrived.
“Hanz, are your friends still coming?” I asked irritably when suddenly
