Nikolai sat back in a large black executive car, a customised M6 with soft leather seats with memory foam. A small bar with various drinks, snacks, and pick-me-ups prepared for after the mission. To his right, Ryan sipped a blood orange cocktail, while Alexei enjoyed a dark stout with a thick taste.
The mission was over, and they were exhausted.
Although many things remained, Leona brought in the older maid units and Nikolai's father, who would manage the council unless Nikolai was needed from now on.
Vrrroooom!
"Tonight I almost died seven times, Nikolai!" Ryan's voice slurred slightly as he downed his drink, the bruises and wounds from the battle still covering his face and body. Yet despite complaining, he was so excited. "But look at my new power! Hahahaha! Now you are my little brother, okay?"
Ssssss!
