The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 175

Sylvester glanced at him, his expression impassive. "The Young Master provided two sets of measurements."

Wyatt paused, shooting Garrison a look. Garrison didn't even glance his way, his eyes glued to the manifest.

Sylvester's finger swiped further down the screen. "Medical supplies: broad-spectrum antibiotics, tourniquets, burn ointment, frostbite cream, altitude sickness medication, painkillers—" He paused for a fraction of a second. "And three syringes of adrenaline... just as you requested."

Garrison's finger hovered over that specific line item for a second before he continued scrolling.

"And then there's this." Sylvester pulled up another tab, displaying a 3D rendering of a drone. "The newest model of polar drone. Extended battery life, incredible wind resistance, capable of flying through a blizzard. Equipped with thermal imaging, night vision, and satellite comms. All in one."

"What's the range?" Garrison asked.

"Theoretically, a hundred and twenty miles. Practically, it depends on the weather." Sylvester tucked the tablet away. "Young Master, is there anything else you need?"

Garrison thought for a moment, then shook his head. "This is enough."

"Very well." Sylvester stood up, approached the cabin wall, and pulled open a hidden compartment. Inside sat several pristine black waterproof cases, stacked in perfect alignment. "The supplies are all in here. Would you like to inspect them yourself?"

Before Garrison could even open his mouth, Wyatt had already sidled over. He squatted in front of the cases, flipping them open one by one. Protein bars, canned food, freeze-dried vegetables, energy gels, chocolate—he picked up a bar of chocolate, checked the brand, and carefully put it back.

"This chocolate," he looked back at Garrison, "costs more than my entire monthly paycheck."

"The Young Master loved this brand as a boy. The old Madam specifically requested it."

Wyatt looked as if he had just choked on a rock.

"Young Master, let me show you the cockpit," Sylvester offered.

"Alright."

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