"It's not important whether I trust you. What matters is that he does."
Chester Pearson looked at Ian Chandler sitting beside him.
'To trust and protect Ian Chandler unconditionally.'
That was the mission—the order—Myra Lawson had given him.
"I hope we can get to the shelter as soon as possible, too," Nina Jacobs said. She wouldn't have minded spending the night outside alone, but the others weren't up for it.
The larger the group, the greater the risk.
...
「On the rooftop of a three-story building in City D.」
An elderly man with graying hair stared down solemnly at the roads below.
"Still no news?"
Justin Lawson asked the person beside him.
"No, but I've already sent people to watch the main routes. If there's any news about any of them, we're guaranteed to get it immediately,"
Elijah Young replied.
Although Justin Lawson had already retired, he was still his former superior.
