Chapter 599:
Her greatest fear is death.â
As Harlee briefed Kareem on how to manage Averie, she suddenly recalled the peculiar helicopter.
âOh, and thereâs another thingâ¦â
âWe might have a traitor within the military or the National Aerospace Agency. The helicopter that ambushed us was outfitted with my newest technology, which hasnât even been released to the military yet. Iâm going to take this up seriously with Sprague, and you should keep your eyes open too.â
Kareemâs expression mixed resignation with a wry smile, realizing Harleeâs knack for thorough planning.
He figured he had given Averie more credit than she deservedâshe was likely nothing more than a minor figure.
âUnderstood. Iâll initiate a covert investigation on the military front,â Kareem assured her, already formulating his next moves.
As they conversed, they soon arrived at the base of the mountain.
âI need to attend to some military matters.
Harlee, you should take my car back,â Kareem remarked, his eyes narrowing as he gently pinched Harleeâs soot-blackened cheek.
âYouâve got dirt all over your faceâ¦â
Harlee remained quiet for a brief moment before embracing him tightly, her voice barely a whisper.
âBe careful, Kareem.â With that, she quickly climbed into the car.
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A rush of warmth flooded Kareemâs chest. This was the feeling of Harleeâs concern for him.
He watched her drive off, a sense of fulfillment washing over him as he turned to address the remaining tasks.
Meanwhile, Harlee trailed closely behind Rhysâ car, heading straight for Bellflower Hospital. Sprague had been alerted earlier and awaited Harleeâs arrival at the hospitalâs entrance.
A flicker of resignation passed over his face as Harlee hurried past him, her gaze locked on Rhys being wheeled into the hospital. Sprague was accustomed to this neglect, often overlooked by Harlee unless it was a matter of urgency.
Covered in grime but as spirited as ever, Harlee brought Sprague a wave of relief he couldnât hide.
This confrontation involved the gang responsible for nearly crippling Harleeâs arm previously. Worried that Harlee might find herself in peril again, Sprague had abandoned his military responsibilities to be here.
His relief was short-lived, however, as his brow creased once more. Something about Rhys didnât add up as he watched him more closely.
Sprague stood motionless, his mind deeply entwined in the complex web of the situation. Nearby, Anthony, who had just wrapped up his duties at the National Aerospace Agency, approached and stood by Spragueâs side.
He spoke in a hushed tone, the weight of his words apparent.
âMr. Garcia, it appears Miss Sandersâ suspicions were correct. The helicopter, still in its experimental phase, has vanished without a trace. Not only did our surveillance miss the pilot, but our entire aerospace monitoring systems recorded no abnormalities.â
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