The X2GEN source had finally been crushed. After years of governments chasing shadows, wasting men and resources, a decisive blow had been struck. Its elimination was more than a victory—it was a scar across the underworld. For human traffickers, it meant losing one of their deadliest weapons. For those rescued, it meant freedom.
Captain Fujiwara's air cavalry carried the survivors and the Snow Women Clan safely across the night sky. The thump of rotor blades echoed over Tokyo's skyline until the choppers descended to their final point.
On the tarmac, Miles clasped Fujiwara's hand firmly.
"We'll meet again, Captain Fujiwara."
Fujiwara smirked, a glint in his eye. "Remember me when you need help, Miles. I don't owe you just one anymore—I owe you two."
Sayaka bowed politely, her voice soft but sincere. "Thank you, Fujiwara-san."
