One Month Later – Varenyan Skies
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The VTOL helicopter sliced through the storm clouds like a knife, its engines humming a deep, rhythmic tune that reverberated in the reinforced cabin.
Arthur sat with his back to the cockpit, fingers steepled under his chin, eyes glued to the swirling gray clouds outside.
Across from him, President Dravik fidgeted nervously in his seat, his usually composed demeanor fraying at the edges with barely concealed irritation.
Next to Dravik were his trusted advisors, General Orlov, Defense Minister Koval, and Chief of Staff Vera Petrovna, all handpicked by Arthur's "recommendations," though they remained blissfully unaware of this fact.
"Where the hell are we going, Osborn?" Dravik finally snapped over the roar of the rotor blades.
Arthur didn't flinch. "Patience."
