"We've lost contact with Nigel."
Inside a hover shuttle that was as big as a private jet, a figure with a black fox mask and a black cloak reported to a man who sat at the command centre of the shuttle.
This was the team of mysterious people who were all dressed in black. They had gone into the Millennium Mountains just at the same time as Lucas and William's crew, but unlike Lucas, they knew exactly where they were headed.
"I guess they found out." A feminine voice commented at that moment.
A woman in a black tactical suit leaned against the shuttle's wall, her gloved fingers drumming a combat knife against her thigh—a habit she'd picked up during years of wetwork. She was the speaker, and also one of the strongest members in the group.
"It doesn't matter. By doing so, they've already informed us of their arrival. Also, they can't take it yet until it's fully matured so we have nothing to be worried about. Full speed ahead. We have a few pigs to slaughter."
