“More importantly, they’re reaching here,” Aerin said.
“How do you know?” Wisana asked.
“We have spies in Dores,” Warunya answered. “The Cataral knows not only the exact location of our ship, but they also know that we’re holding Sven captive. They’re moving here to rescue him. That’s the problem.”
Hearing that, Wisana turned to look at Maysa.
The bridge was quiet. There were only four stern people in there with serious looks on their faces. Then, Maysa walked to her chair and sat down on it.
“The first problem is, how did they know our whereabouts and that we’re holding Sven hostage.”
“They should have their own intelligence, I assume...” Aerin said.
“You sure?” Maysa interrupted. “If they had one, they should have known this a long time ago. Why did they have to wait this long in the first place? I don’t think so.”
“Then… how?” Warunya asked.
“Maybe…” Maysa touched her chin. “They know it the same way we learned about Nuch that time.”