"It has been a most remarkable day; let's not have another like it." Aiden's weak attempt at a joke paid off as the team members all released smiles of amusement.
"Words, old man. Words…" Zane chanted, chuckling at intervals, his hands in his pockets, watching the private jet that the president had instructed to take them home take off into the air.
"So, what's next?" Sandro asked, darting a glance at Ewan and then at Athena.
Ewan shrugged his shoulders. "We say our goodbyes. I am terribly hungry, to say the least."
He nodded at Aiden, who came forward and shook his hand happily. "Thanks for saving our asses today, man…"
"You're welcome. I will see you around," Ewan said before turning aside to Athena, who was saying her goodbyes to his friends.
As if on cue, the three males left them to their devices, walking toward the cars that Old Mr. Thorne had arranged to take them home.
"So, you are more than you seem, huh… it must feel great surprising me at every turn…"
