It made him feel like he was fretting over nothing, yet the sense of danger was so intense and unmistakable that he couldn't dismiss it as mere paranoia from the constant battles or his mind playing tricks on him.
The feeling was too real, too sharp, to ignore.
"Tsk!" Sparrow clicked his tongue in frustration, his patience wearing thin.
Vulture and the others were waiting for him at the truck, and they still needed to search for their missing teammates.
Despite his irritation, Sparrow couldn't see a way out of this mess. The situation was only growing more complicated, and he was stuck in the middle of it.
'Why the hell am I so unlucky?!' Sparrow muttered to himself, a mix of self-doubt and disdain in his voice.
He couldn't help but realize how often trouble seemed to find him on missions, as if he were some kind of magnet for it.