Brothers (2)
The towering skyscraper, a once-gleaming testament to architectural prowess, now stood desolate amidst the ruins. Its facade bore the scars of time and decay, and the absent windows gave it an eerie, hollowed-out appearance.
Entering cautiously, their footsteps echoed in the vast, abandoned space. The interior was a shadowy maze of overturned furniture, fallen beams, and remnants of what once were bustling offices.
Lando set Charlie's remains gently against a wall and looked around, the emptiness reflecting the heavy weight in his heart. "We need a plan," he declared, his voice echoing.
The group gathered in what appeared to be a spacious conference room. A long table, dusty and scarred, still stood at its center, surrounded by chairs in various states of disrepair. It seemed fitting for their makeshift council.
Garza, running a hand over the table, began, "Lando, you can't possibly be thinking of going into Titan City alone."