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.

moment he had spotted Vivienne, he had made a discreet call, ensuring her safety despite the tension that bubbled

it were up to him, Vivienne wouldn't have stood a chance. But orders were orders, and with a heavy sigh, he lowered his rifle, murmuring to himself, "Let them have their water, then send them on their way." The rugged man, now aware of his orders through the earpiece, chuckled softly, "You folks sure are a long way from home, huh? Let me

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

into two disposable cups, the man handed them over. Percival took a sip, then asked, "Does every house around here have someone living in it? It's broad daylight, yet the streets are deserted." The man paused, the voice in his ear guiding him. "Oh, everyone's probably out working the fields, trying to make ends

danger, it wasn't time to leave. Percival, playing his part, inquired about the easiest way out of the village, hinting at their intention to

only one he knew due 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

lands back home. Despite the evident risk, they were granted a brief tour of the of silence fields,

fields, they were greeted by a

with a nod, they made their way back, the weight of their discovery heavy between them. The mission was far from over, but for now, they