Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
With a slight shudder, the fighter soared above the ground, quickly gaining a smooth and steady speed.
The pilot, sitting in a separate cockpit reported into the microphone.
"Alright, Obsidian Squad, we'll be in a position in forty minutes. I can't land, that area is too dangerous, any failure and the fighter will be destroyed, so you'll have to jump. Don't worry, I'll go as low as I can."
Abel took a deep breath, looking forward with a bright gaze.
"Well, we just have to wait, don't we?" He turned, looking at Silvana and Talna, who were sitting across from each other.
Instead of apologizing for her behavior earlier Talna only continued what she had started. She ran her hands over her flat chest, got a sad face, then raised her gaze to Silvana's chest and narrowed her eyes menacingly.
In response, Silvana only shook her leg nervously, trying to figure out what was wrong with Talna.