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There were, however, some delays. All of the people making the trip were fugitives in one form or another, so they couldn't just waltz through airport security without any concerns. Leo already had his own fake credentials and passport taken care of, but Roman Fullister had been gracious enough to lend a hand for the others. The Rainlords had a few of their own people who could craft those kinds of things for them--as they had done for the previously deployed teams--but Roman's assistance let them get it done in half the time.

The actual trip to Vantalay was still a problem, though. While the region around Ridgemark wasn't technically a no-fly zone, there were barely any planes going to it. The general sentiment among the Rainlords was that it was too dangerous, so instead, the reinforcement team flew to Palei first, then took a boat the rest of the way.

By now, they should have arrived, but they had yet to report any progress on the liberation of Miro. Hector certainly didn't mind them taking their time. He'd made sure to tell them that it would be ideal if they could somehow manage to free the town without drawing too much attention, and they all seemed to agree with that opinion, even Leo.

But Hector wasn't really expecting that to happen, quite frankly. He was expecting the mission in Vantalay to turn into an absolute shitstorm. He just hoped for a positive overall outcome.

This whole thing was so strange. Being so invested in events that he wasn't even participating in. Events that were taking place thousands of kilometers away.

Sure, on some level, it was nice to not be in imminent danger himself, but he was finding this far more anxiety-inducing. Sending people he cared about into danger was horrifying, even when he was confident that they could handle themselves.

He fucking hated it.