Dican leaned on the young human's shoulder as they stepped out of the barn, his leg throbbing with every movement. The sunlight was soft, filtered through the morning haze, but it made Dican squint as the brightness hit his eyes. He pulled out the comm device he'd tucked into his belt and quickly dialed a number.
Nansich stayed quiet as Dican lifted the device to his ear, the alien's brows furrowing in focus.
The line clicked, and a voice answered almost immediately. It wasn't Xing's voice. It was someone else—calm, crisp.
"This is Eren."
"I want the location of the cruiser, now," Dican said, voice low and sharp, laced with urgency.
Nansich didn't want to eavesdrop. Whatever this man—Dican—was talking about, it was clearly something important, and private. So he respectfully backed off a few paces, his shoes lightly kicking through a few scattered rocks. One of them bounced off and rolled toward a patch of thin trees nearby.
