Just an hour later, Richard was back at Headquarters. Victor drove a different car to pick him up and couldn't help but comment: "Sir... I have to admit, in the past years, your workload wasn’t as frantic as it is now."
Indeed, years ago, when Richard Wang was imprisoned, it seemed like he had conquered every battlefield, yet somehow, his time always felt abundant. It was only now, in the present, that he felt like if he just closed his eyes for a second, he had wasted a whole day.
"Even you think that about me?" Richard turned off the car lights, then leaned back, reaching for his eye mask before drifting into a brief sleep.
The image of the Red Eagle symbol still haunted him. Even Andrew's reaction when he saw it made it impossible for him to relax. Nothing was certain at this point,
