CHAPTER 262 None Taken

　　"I just can't figure out how so many men could disappear so easily like this. It doesn't make any sense that there would be no sign of any of them" Bertram continued with a deep frown.

　　Allen could feel Lexi's tension rise as Bertram spoke, so he reached for her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

　　He knew damn well that her anxiety was rooted in her concern over Greyson more than anything, and as much as he wished that their relationship would only ever be about the two of them, he had long since accepted that the Moon Goddess had plans for them all, and it was a matter of trusting in her wisdom rather than his own selfish desires.

　　"Do you think they are in some sort of trouble?" Lexi asked softly.

　　"Who knows," Bertram snorted, "The whole area is a dead zone for communications. The last contact I had with them was here," he said as he pointed to an area on the map, "and with the second team here," he continued, moving his finger to a location slightly to the west of where Gr