CamBridge, Protection Mission.

The black car pulled smoothly up to the curb outside the Birmingham apartment complex, the soft hum of the engine fading as the chauffeur stepped out to open the doors. The air was cooler here, carrying the familiar scent of home, far removed from the bustling glamour of London.

Noah climbed out first, his sharp eyes scanning the quiet street. Behind him, Caroline and David stepped out, stretching slightly after the long drive. In the back seat, Emily was fast asleep, her small figure curled up like a cat, her head resting against the window.

Noah walked around to her side and carefully scooped her up in his arms. She stirred slightly, mumbling incoherently before burying her face in his shoulder, completely knocked out.

"She's out like a light," Caroline whispered, smiling softly as she grabbed Emily's small backpack.

"She's had a long week," Noah replied evenly, his voice low as they headed toward the building.