"What is it?"
Hontas's pause had been long enough to draw curiosity.
"Trouble."
"We should check it out," I dumbly said, making the woman shake her head.
Echo!!
In an instant, my sight stretched for dozens of meters, the world below revealed to me, what Hontas described as trouble, laid out on a platter.
In the 3D image in my head, over fifty meters behind us, to our left, within a large energy bubble underground, were Ninja Momma and the lanky male she had begun hanging around with.
He was dead, a blessing to my eyes and the dark-haired female was on her last legs.
I paid attention to the identity of the woman who had gotten the secret agent in such a position, recognizing her to be the same female Ninja Momma had shown me in a picture this morning.
"She found her quick," I thought.
"Now, why should I save her?" I scratched my chin.
Truth is, though I didn't have a certified answer for this question, my mind was made up that I was going to save Isolde.
