Sparrow didn't waste any more time. They had already spent an entire day traveling, and with nightfall approaching, he needed to reach the hidden base as soon as possible to report back.
He glanced around for a piece of paper when Dracon handed him a notebook and pen. Without hesitation, Sparrow began sketching the farm's location, ensuring the details were as precise as possible. Since he sensed that Dracon and his people had military experience, he also included the coordinates for added accuracy.
By the time he finished, 20 minutes had already passed. Sparrow wasted no time sending Dracon and his people on their way.
Climbing onto the top of the bus, he watched as Dracon's convoy drove off, his sharp eyes following them until the last traces of dust from their vehicles faded into the distance. Only then did he jump down and step inside the bus.
One of his men immediately approached, concern etched across his face.
