Early morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist atop the snow-capped mountains, casting a sparkling, fractured glow over Guan Yao's smart ski suit.
She set down her empty wine glass, slipped the silver flask into her inner pocket, and rose, kicking up a flurry of crystalline snow grains.
The Night Owl Squad had their helicopter ready, the roar of the rotor blades startling a flock of snow sparrows into flight. Amidst the fluttering sound of beating wings, Guan Yao cast one final backward glance at the rose-tinted peaks of the Alps.
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