A clear, calm voice replied, "Good. After the success of the decapitation operation, we’ll leave the country together. Just three days from now."
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Meanwhile, Scarlett and Carter swere still flirting in the team’s group call as if no one else existed. The others laughed, calling them ‘Mr. and Mrs.’ like it was an inside joke everyone was in on.
Carter had joined the squad three months ago. During a mission, he’d been drugged. Scarlett, ever impulsive, stepped into his room. Three whole days and nights passed before Carter emerged from the room, looking deeply satisfied. Behind him, Scarlett had a flush of shame on her face.
Not long after, Carter became the squad’s captain—thanks in no small part to Scarlett’s influence. On every mission, they were inseparable, sharing rooms at every opportunity.
I’d known all of this for a while now, but today, I still couldn’t stop the ache in my chest. With a trembling hand, I pulled up the surveillance feed of Scarlett’s room.