Chapter 75: Touch down Anavrin

Within minutes, a pilot that appeared to be in his middle forties arrived at the hanger. His blond hair was damp, while rivulets of water clung onto his brown leather jacket. “Hello, Miss… “ He said with a gentle smile, extending his right hand for a handshake.

Sheila deliberately stretched out her hand. “Sabrina, Sabrina David.” She responded firmly, still trying to keep her journey as discreet as possible, especially in a city she's never been in.

The pilot nodded with a smile. “Miss Sabrina,” he acknowledged. “I'm Dean, your pilot. You can trust your flight will be as smooth and efficient as possible.” He assured.

“It better be,” Sheila replied, her facial expression passionless. The pilot chuckled nervously in return. “Please,” he said, gesturing towards the open helicopter for her to enter.

Sheila boarded the sleek helicopter, its luxurious interior a welcome respite from the chaotic bus station. The Pilot followed suit, wearing his aviation helmet, safety glasses and his noise