Henry exhaled, letting out a low whistle. "Man, this place is a real piece of work. You got enemies who are your friends and friends who are your enemies."
Nicholas smiled grimly. "Welcome to the Chaos Realm, Henry. Here, every alliance is a negotiation, every smile is a wager, and every safe zone is a potential battlefield."
He leaned back, fingers steepled again and legs crossed in a gentlemanly manner. "And if we're the privateers in this war, then let's make sure we're the best ones this universe has ever seen."
Damon gave a small nod, eyes locked on the distant horizon. "Let's move out."
The Normandy soon lifted up and out with a whirr sound, leaving the Safe Zone base under the watchful eyes of many parties. Copious greed shone in those eyes and many also set out at the same time, planning to set up their ambushes or tricks at key zones when this troupe came back.
