Three days passed in a flash. During this time, Anthony had done absolutely nothing productive. He either lay sprawled across the couch like a lazy, jobless man whenever Vega went out with Veronica, or he spent the time with his teammates, drinking, laughing, and chatting about everything and nothing at all.
At this particular moment, Anthony sat by the wide crystal window of his quarters, his elbow resting lazily on the sill. His gaze drifted downward, piercing through the air as it settled on the soldiers below. From his vantage point, he could see the steady rhythm of their movements, some soldiers entering their military aircrafts while others prepared to depart on their respective missions. The faint hum of the engines reverberated faintly even from afar, blending into the quiet calm of his room.
