Morning truly arrived, yet the remnants of the night still lingered in the air.
The ruins were slowly left behind, the sound of footsteps replaced by the roar of vehicles moving away one by one.
Adrian Blackwood sat inside the car in silence, his gaze fixed straight ahead, his mind not yet truly leaving that place.
Beside him, Leonard Graves rested his head for a moment, then exhaled a long breath.
"I won't miss that place," he muttered softly.
Adrian did not answer, but his slightly clenched hands revealed one thing: he was not yet completely finished inside his head.
Several vehicles behind carried the wounded members of the team; some had already been treated, others were still in a fragile condition.
No one complained, no one spoke loudly, only a long silence filled with held-back sighs of relief.
Leonard glanced over.
"We lost some good men," he said finally.
Adrian closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again.
