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Following Patricia’s lead, the group dispersed, with a few genuinely departing while two covertly shadowed Patricia, tracking the elusive figures.

“Captain, do you think those could be Everett’s men?” one of them quietly conjectured.

Patricia let out a derisive snort. “Only one way to find out-follow them.”

At this juncture, Everett was the prime suspect in their minds.

Mid-conversation, Patricia’s phone buzzed. Casting a quick glance at the screen, she promptly ended the call.

“Captain, should we proceed? We’ll keep you in the loop,” another team member offered, ready to spring into action.

Patricia hesitated briefly before deciding, “No, let’s stick together.”

The call she’d ignored was from Martin, likely wondering why she hadn’t shown up at his lab yet. She deemed it inappropriate to delve into explanations then and there, planning to address it later.

it was evident Martin and Cindy were

here?” “Just tying up some loose ends at work,” Patricia answered, deliberately

Patricia with a hint of concern, “You know, you ought to be taking it easier these

it hinted at something more covert, likely a mission. However, with Cindy in the room,

caught Martin’s look and reassured him, “Don’t

assurance, Martin didn’t press the issue, instead helping her get settled

your face has improved significantly. I expect it

responded with gratitude, “Thank

sighed, acknowledging Patricia’s resilience, “It’s also thanks to your own effort. Not everyone can

thoughts heavy with the realization that Ellar had borne the greatest pain for

Cindy offered, handing a cup of

you,” Patricia said, accepting the cup and