"How about it? I can arrange for someone to take you to the airport."
At the Gonzalez City docks, Julius Reed leapt up and approached Sophia Leocadia.
The young Leocadia princess, whose face was now pale, had dropped her binoculars on the ground.
Her gaze was vacant, her face clearly streaked with tears.
"She only broke down a little after you fought off the last person,"
Aron Jackson shrugged his shoulders, pointing at the tear stains on Sophia's eyes, and explained, "She cried when the first dart hit you. I told her the boss couldn't possibly die, but she wouldn't listen. She insisted the human body can't be faster than the dart and almost called the police. Luckily, I stopped her."
"Silly sweet girl."
Beckett Carmichael chimed in, "But indeed, she's a beauty in the making."
Julius Reed paid no attention to these two, instead he took off the cloak from behind him and draped it slowly over Sophia Leocadia.
The air was cold, the wind strong.