Back in the base, Navian was crawling through the vents while Remi stayed behind at the stabilizer door, waiting for his return.
It didn't take long before Navian spotted General Sutton and his personal assistant walking into a brightly lit corridor that echoed with laughter and clinking glasses.
The General was smiling, basking in the attention until he stepped out of the room. His expression hardened, the scar cutting across his face tightening with irritation.
"Well, that was draining," he muttered, rubbing his forehead with his good hand.
"Indeed it was, sir," his assistant replied crisply, scrolling through her tablet. "But your attention is needed on the prototype explosives." Her brows furrowed. "What's going on with the signal? I can't reach anyone…" she mumbled under her breath.
The General's frown deepened. "Prototypes of the new explosives?"
