Epilogue
Exhaustion had Noah moving slowly. He crawled out of bed, careful to make as little movement as possible, not wanting to wake Mason. It’d been two days since their last mission, and Noah still felt the effects of minimal sleep in a very intense seventy-two hours.
He couldn’t help the smile that filled his face. The memory of their last operation—not the part where he took a beating, giving worse then he’d got—but the part where Mason was alongside him the whole way, watching his six.
It had been a no brainer for Mason to leave the Bureau, as his trust in the organization had been damaged beyond any hope of repair. And it also helped THE Company, where Noah worked, was highly interested in Mason joining them. So, for the past six months, he and Noah had gone on missions as part
