"How far are we now Ezekiel?" The commander says in a low growl as his fingers rest on his cheek clawing down in his infuriation. His parasitic eye blinks and writhes reflective of his anger.
"About fifteen minutes until we arrive at the sudra base." Ezekiel chimes through his robotic voice modulator, his robotic vessel still whirring tirelessly at the command centre guiding the airship to its destination.
"Good as soon as we arrive we need to move to the next phase of the plan. There are too many flies buzzing around us." The commander growls, loathing the fact they haven't found the rat leaking their information yet.
"Understood sir I'll prep the staff in sudra base should they start to mix the chemical x for priming?" Ezekiel asks, already having a message formed.