The helicopter's blades sliced through the air, descending slowly onto the helipad located just outside the guest mansion on Martin's private island.
The setting sun cast a golden hue over the horizon, and Martin stood waiting, his thoughts racing as he watched the helicopter land.
The call from the Mystery Agent had come out of nowhere, and her reluctance to share details about what had gone wrong was troubling. Still, he had no choice but to help her for now.
As the helicopter's door slid open, the Mystery Agent stepped out, dressed in her usual black attire, her expression veiled behind a pair of dark sunglasses.
Even as she approached him, the tension in her posture was palpable. Martin gestured towards the path that led to one of the guest mansions. Without a word, she nodded and followed him silently.
