Chapter 200 The Good Old Days

• *Sylvester’s POV*
• Whenever Yaseen and I reconnected, time seemed to slip through our fingers like grains of sand. With the unfolding Kazof situation, I sensed that we wouldn’t be parting ways anytime soon.
• As we began our search for the bombs, an unexpected thrill coursed through us. My father had once assembled a bomb squad in his prime, a legacy that had proven invaluable to our business, and we continued to uphold that tradition.