Chapter 36: Turbulent Undercurrents!

The sea of clouds churned.

The steep lone cliff pierced the setting sun.

The pointed leaves of the coconut trees glistened, reflecting the blood-red sunset on the woman's sunglasses.

She leaned against the brown trunk, an ice bucket standing by her feet, her right hand extended out to the pale golden sky.

The wind whistling, a ten-meter-long Texas Pterosaur swooped across the sky.

Its muscular, turquoise wing membrane surged towards the woman.

The pterosaur bared its dense, sharp teeth.

The woman reached into the ice bucket.

The waves brought on by the creature's wings sent the woman's wavy hair flying backward.

The pterosaur clutched the fresh meat it snatched from the ice bucket and flapped away.

Cool droplets of water trickled down the woman's pristine, slender hands as the phone by her ear transmitted a man's voice.

"Understood, understood."

The woman hung up the phone, her narrow eyes narrowing further.

"These newbies nowadays sure have some nerve,"