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An hour later, the massive cargo ship glided into the transfer port without incident.
But before Jonathan could usher Corrine off the vessel, the distinctive whir of rotor blades cut through the air as
a helicopter materialized above them, unfurling a rope ladder.
Without a moment's hesitation, Corrine nimbly ascended the swaying ladder and offered Jonathan a farewell
wave. “Jonathan, | genuinely appreciate your concern.”
She recognized his protective intentions, but with Nate's life hanging in the balance, she couldn't remain
passive.
Bleacher, observing the storm brewing on Jonathan's face, hesitated before timidly suggesting, “Mr. Martel,
should we simply... shoot down the helicopter?”
“And have you join her in the grave?” Jonathan pivoted, his lips twisted into a mocking smile.
Bleacher promptly fell silent, painfully aware that his attempt to gain his boss's favor had spectacularly
backfired.
“Why are you standing there gawking? Continue sailing!” Jonathan snapped, storming back into the cabin
without sparing him another glance.
Aboard the helicopter, Corrine gestured inquiringly to Vulture about their intended flight path. Vulture waved
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It wasn't reluctance to speak; the island's communication signals were completely jammed. Beyond Nate's
elusive signal, the entire island’s electronic footprint pulsed erratically, flickering between existence and silence.
Seizing the precious flight time, Corrine melted into her seat, allowing herself a brief respite of sleep.
When consciousness returned to her, the helicopter had already landed on the soil of an unfamiliar island.
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“Back among the living?” Vulture’s gruff voice shattered the quiet as he thrust a backpack toward Corrine.
“Everything you requested is inside.”
Corrine reached for the offered pack, but Vulture maintained his grip, his fingers refusing to relinquish their hold.
She fixed him with a questioning gaze.
“Are you absolutely certain about this? Have you truly considered all the implications?” Vulture’s eyes betrayed a
flicker of genuine concern. “If you charge in and miraculously extract him, wonderful. But if—just consider if—
something goes catastrophically wrong...”
“There won't be any accidents,” Corrine’s voice crystallized into steel, shedding its customary warmth. “I detest
accidents.”
Vulture said nothing, his penetrating gaze locking with hers for one weighted moment before he finally
surrendered the bag.
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