The walk towards his helicopter didn't take too long, and Sebastian was glad for it—the night air was brisk, the chill biting through his fabric. As he approached, the sleek, black helicopter loomed ahead, its rotors gently humming in readiness, as though they were already aware he was coming.
Zeke was already waiting, his breath visible in the cold air, muttering absurdities about the insanity of midnight meetings in the freezing cold, and bloody parties. "Flying through a blizzard in the middle of the night... What’s next? Wrestling polar bears?" His tone was a mix of irritation and dry humor, but there was a sharp edge to it that matched the night’s chill.
Zeke, shivering slightly despite his heavy coat, cast a sidelong glance at Matthew, who seemed just a little too focused on adjust
