Noticing the strange atmosphere in the air, Camellia observed the expressions of her companions and cautiously asked:
"This mission was still quite successful... right?"
No one responded to her. Everyone was busy with their tasks at the hideout. Night Owl was adjusting the radio, probing into Mountain Crow's family's next move. Sparrow blew pink bubbles as he focused intently on the handheld game console in his hands. Owl was training his physical fitness, punch after punch landing on the sandbag, until with a young girl's shout, the sandbag was sent flying, causing Camellia to watch in shock.
"What happened? We caught that guy and he's locked in the basement now, so why does everyone look so tense..." Camellia stretched out a finger.
"How about we throw a celebration dinner tonight? My treat?"
"Camellia, next mission you're responsible for monitoring Mountain Crow's family's movements."
