Four hours later, inside the C-17 Globemaster. Adrian was in the cockpit, watching the view ahead, filled with scenic clouds and the sun's ray making the surface of those clouds glistened.
It was a beautiful sight he must admit, but down there, he knew it was hell.
"Where are we currently?" Adrian asked.
One of the pilots glanced at his instruments before answering.
"Crossing into the southern portion of the Korean Peninsula, sir," he said. "We're about thirty minutes out from Camp Humphreys."
Adrian nodded slightly, eyes still fixed ahead.
Ryan stepped into the cockpit from behind, holding onto the frame as the aircraft moved steadily forward.
"We're on schedule?" he asked.
"Affirmative," the co-pilot replied. "No deviations. Weather is clear. No turbulence ahead."
Ryan gave a small nod and stepped closer, looking out through the windshield.
For a second, he didn't say anything.
Then—
"Hard to believe," he muttered.
Adrian glanced at him.
"What is?"
