The Million-Dollar Heart

In the dimly lit room perched atop an old, weathered building, the chief commander, a figure of authority and precision, watched intently through the scope of his high-powered sniper rifle. His target had just wandered into view, and a moment of hesitation flickered in his eyes.

What a predicament.

Knocking on the door of a seemingly abandoned house, Percival called out with a tone cold as the night, "Anybody home? We seem to have lost our way and could really use a glass of water."

As he spoke, his hand casually brushed against the pistol tucked in his belt. Vivienne, following closely behind, mirrored his actions.

Creeeak the door slowly opened, revealing a rugged man with sun-kissed skin and clothes that had seen better days. His face, though marked with traces of hardship, lit up with a warm, genuine smile at the sight of Vivienne and Percival.

Percival was taken aback, not expecting anyone to actually answer. Subtly, he returned his weapon to its holster.

he had spotted Vivienne, he had made

chance. But orders were orders, and with a heavy sigh, he lowered his rifle, murmuring to himself, "Let them have their water, then

and Vivienne nodded in thanks, their eyes scanning the interior of the modest home. It was a simple place, lacking in luxury but

it? It's broad daylight, yet the streets are deserted." The man paused, the voice in his ear guiding him. "Oh,

time to leave. Percival, playing his part, inquired about the

to his rare ventures out of the village. Grateful, Percival promised to return the favor once their quest was successful, a kindness the rugged man brushed off with

leave, Vivienne expressed a Curiosity in the local farming techniques, hoping to apply them to their own barren lands back home. Despite the evident risk, they

Led to the green fields, they were greeted by a sight of robust crops, a stark contrast to the barren lands they

back, the weight of their discovery heavy between them. The mission was far