Chapitre 709: Arrival

After the convoy disappeared over the horizon, Erik remained kept going forward. He had many thoughts in mind.

"Could there be a threat to the city?" His gaze glancing back to the spot where the convoy had vanished. "Or perhaps a lucrative job that's drawn them out here?" The possibilities were endless, and without more information, he could only guess. He sighed.

Erik grabbed his radio, urgency etched on his face. He adjusted the dial, attempting to establish a connection with Noah and the other clones.

His fingers worked swiftly, rotating the knob back and forth, seeking a clear signal. Static crackled through the speaker with each twist, a cacophony of white noise filling the air.

He pressed the device closer to his ear, listening for any sign of a response. He called out into the radio, his voice tinged with concern, "Noah, can you hear me? Respond, please." Silence hung heavy on the other end, the usual buzz of communication eerily absent.