Though it no longer had the same oppressive hold, the weight of the past was still present. Ethan and Lily had been involved in a perilous game of survival and power for months, but now that they were on the brink of something new, there was one more thread to pull: a thread that would guarantee their attackers never came back.
With his fingers clasped together, Ethan reclined in his chair and gazed at the papers in front of him. Even though Moreau was no longer there, his impact was still felt, dispersed around the city like ashes from a dying fire. Many of his soldiers and associates had escaped, while others had taken to hiding. However, some were still attempting to regain their position of authority.
With her arms folded tightly across her chest, Lily paced the room. Her voice was forceful as she stated, "We should put an end to this once and for all." "Ethan, just because we left doesn't mean they won't return."
He looked up into her eyes. "I understand."