Lyra stepped into the helicopter, her movements precise as she stowed Schedar back into her Space Button with practiced ease.
"All dead?" Cohen asked, his tone casual, though the answer was obvious.
"They hijacked a truck full of supplies and nearly killed Caesara," Lyra replied without emotion, her voice as cold as the mountain air.
Cohen gave a slight nod, unsurprised. Mercy wasn't in Lyra's repertoire—not for enemies like these.
He signaled to a military medic, who swiftly examined the bodies. After confirming both were lifeless, Cohen began arranging for their transfer.
"They were high-value targets," he remarked, his tone clipped and professional. "Their deaths will count toward military commendations."
Lyra's expression didn't change. "Fine." She turned to leave but paused after a few steps. Glancing back, she added, "Leave the bodies with me. I'll handle the dissection."
