A blue-eyed blond entered a separate clearing in the underground space.
It was Michael.
He cradled a chubby ginger cat in his arms. The cat was curled up comfortably. His eyes were covered by bank notes. His lips were shaped into a blissful smile. Even from afar, anyone could tell that the cat was Matcha.
Michael and Matcha were not alone. William walked next to them as they headed into another tunnel.
He turned to Michael and asked, "What about my debt?"
"You don't have to worry about that, Captain Johnson. $1.5 million is spare change to me," Michael said, flashing him a charming smile while he stroke Matcha's back, "As long as you complete your next mission, that money is yours. No, in fact, let's make it $2 million."
William, who looked quite a sorry state in his prisoner's uniform, looked up from his hands to the man next to him.
"Why exactly is Star Cats here?" he wondered aloud.
The corner of Michael's lips curled.
