Xhylan made it safely to S Country. When he stepped out of the terminal, he was greeted by a heavy, blinding snowfall. He couldn't help but wonder why a corrupt politician like the mayor would choose a place like this to recuperate. The landscape looked exactly like a pristine winter wonderland; under any other circumstances, he might have actually paused to enjoy the breathtaking scenery. But not today. Not when his mind was entirely consumed by a singular, lethal purpose.
He didn't want to admit it to himself, but his seasoned assassin instincts were screaming. A nagging gut feeling told him that by tracking the leader here so easily, he was walking directly into a meticulously laid enemy trap. Even so, he didn't hesitate. He forced his feet to keep moving forward, continuing with his plan.
