"This is Gale 13, no anomalies found in sector D41."
"Roger, continue the search."
"Roger~ ah..."
The fighter kept moving without pause and soon vanished into the night sky.
Right in the stretch of sea it had just swept, on the heaving waves, an inconspicuous dark blue patch drifted with the water. The color difference between the two was tiny; from the fighter's altitude, that patch was barely bigger than a speck of dust.
And inside that speck of dust, five people were crammed.
Mann, David, Dolio and the other two were drenched in sweat, so tense they didn't even dare say a word.
Only when Dolio cracked open the side window and cautiously stuck his head out to scan the sky around them, did he pull back and say,
"I think it's gone."
"Hoo..."
Everyone finally relaxed, collapsing into their seats and gulping for air.
If that fighter had spotted them, even ten lives wouldn't be enough to survive a single missile.
Everyone turned to Mann.
