Interwoven Conspiracies

But just as she said that, Eartha seemed to realize it was somewhat inappropriate.

After all, her unfounded worry could potentially cause unnecessary concern for the other party. The Plague Doctor of Death wouldn't understand what she was worried about...

"Ahem..." Eartha cleared her throat lightly, quickly calming herself down. "Received, this is the operations command center."

John chuckled wryly, "I'm perfectly safe, no need to worry about me."

"And don't let the armed helicopters launch an attack. I have my own way of dealing with these monsters. Over." He added, fearing any sudden changes.

Her voice sounded relieved: "Received, received. If there's anything you need, contact us immediately."

John put the walkie-talkie back into his system backpack. Through the gaps in the leaves, he observed the two giant Treants following not far behind.

He had already successfully parasitized and controlled one giant Treant.