We made it out of Iceland aboard the Valerian evacuation jet, leaving Thorne's soldiers dead in the snow as it began to fall heavily.
The Omega Stabilizer was in place. We had our defense. But the cost was too high. When we finally reached the secret clinic, the doctors explained that Agent D's injuries were serious. He would need a long time to recover.
I stood outside the operating room, emptiness enveloping me. I had just lost my primary field lieutenant. I held fast to my promise to Lianna, prioritizing Valerian’s security, and now, I had to face Thorne alone on the executive level.
Agent D was wheeled out of the operating room a week later, his face deathly pale. I approached him, feeling the need to look after him, to protect him from everything bad.
"You all right, buddy?" I ask
