That same evening.
Silas returned to the army with a grim expression. His heart was thumping, and the urgency in his steps was something the soldiers had never seen before.
A few of the soldiers nodded at Silas as he walked past, but he didn't return more than a stiff nod.
Soon, he stood outside his father's office. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open.
Inside, General Dante was sitting behind his desk, thick papers spread out before him. Across from him was Talia, radiating her usual aloof aura.
The two were deep in discussion.
Neither of them turned right away, though it was Talia who noticed Silas first.
"Here to talk about General Frank's recent move?" she asked with curiosity.
Silas calmly closed the door and shook his head. "No. I am here to request something else. I want the helicopter at our house."
At those words, General Dante finally looked up. His eyes narrowed. "For what reason?" His words were laced with suspicion.
