"Treat them well," Charles said to the head of the sanatorium in front of him.
"Don't worry, Governor, my subordinates and I will do our best to serve your crew," said the middle-aged man in a white coat, respectfully addressing Charles.
"They are not my crew, they are my family." After saying this, Charles, accompanied by Anna, turned and left this sorrowful place.
Charles did not take the car to the Governor's Mansion. Seeing the tragedy of the crew, he felt a bit stifled and wanted to take a walk to clear his mind.
Anna's hands reached out and wrapped around his arm, resting her head gently on his shoulder.
"So, have you decided to go up? When are we starting? I'll go with you."
Charles reached out his right hand to embrace her slim waist. "It's not that simple. We don't know the situation up there, whether it's been sealed off by the military, or where it exactly is. Since we've decided to go, we must be fully prepared."
