The return capsule stood two meters tall, its lower half buried in the soil. Bathed in moonlight, it resembled a charred colossal cone. Frankly, if Bai Yang hadn't explained it, Ban Xia wouldn't have recognized what this thing was. Identifying the command module of a manned spacecraft required knowledge of aerospace engineering, which the girl completely lacked. Over the many years past, she had unknowingly brushed past this return capsule countless times, each time mistaking it for an unexploded missile warhead.
A small pebble traced an arc in midair and went "plop" as it fell into the pit, bouncing and rolling away.
The air remained deadly silent.
Ten minutes later, a small head peeked out cautiously from under a concrete slab, looking around warily.
"BG, I'm in position."
Ban Xia took a deep breath and slowly crawled out of the crevices in the ruins.
