Rustle, rustle, rustle.
After the clattering sound came to an abrupt halt, there was a faint sound of electricity.
"Hello? Hello?"
Edmund, not giving up hope, picked up the communicator and called out loudly, but there was no response at all.
Suddenly, the senior C-level member of the 'shelter' looked exceptionally ghastly.
He was very clear about what all this meant.
Esther also looked terribly upset.
In the heart of this C-level member who had resolved to live a long life, the almost subconscious conjecture was whether the 'organization' had made a move.
But he immediately dismissed this speculation.
It was not only inconsistent with the 'organization's' behavior but also because it was just too fast.
He had only sent out the message that morning.
The organization would need at least until the afternoon to assemble a force capable of attacking the escort team.
And it was only just morning now!