"Damn!"
Flana's back went cold, drenched in cold sweat.
Through the monitor, she saw the cloud cover over the western hemisphere of Kalanze being carved away by two-thirds.
If she hadn't reacted in time, fleeing back to the guidance track in the assault pod, she would have surely been dragged back down to the surface.
Falling from an altitude of 300,000 meters and making an intimate contact with the ground would be quite a scene of a bloody spectacle.
"Anyway, the task is complete, right?"
For some reason, she had been calling out to Li Aozi, but there was no response at all.
"How could such an accident happen..."
The assault pod was towed back to the space station, and Flana stepped onto her private ship, hurriedly calling out to Li Aozi through the powerful onboard communicator:
"Mr. Leoz? Mr. Leoz, are you there? I can't detect your signal..."
But even the ship's instruments couldn't get in touch with the employer.
"This is strange... where did he go?"
