The luxury RV was still waiting by the highway.
When Lone Wolf got on the bus, he had somehow already changed back into his own suit and leather shoes.
"Was the mission a success or a failure?" someone asked.
"Drive," Lone Wolf said without answering, his voice cold.
Not giving an answer was an answer in itself, and the people in the RV understood the result of the mission.
Midway, Lone Wolf got out of the car; his lodging spot would not be disclosed to his employer. He only made contact by phone.
He cautiously approached his residence and checked the nine hidden traps he had set up. None were triggered, and he immediately felt the weight lift off his chest, his tension greatly eased.
He had to be this cautious. Executing missions alone in unfamiliar territory, he had to guard not only against opponents but also colleagues, employers, and unexpected events that could arise at any time. His survival until now owed much to his cautious nature.
