"Get your gear now!" Dron screamed at the top of his lungs.
He was acting like a madman, and he knew it.
There was good reason for it, though, at least in his mind it was a good enough reason.
One moment, he was sitting back, waiting for the rest of the people from the community to agree or disagree to going on this journey with him, and then he looked down at his locator only to see that Tempest was moving.
He tried to call for her once, but the signal wasn't strong enough to reach her.
She was leaving the stronghold.
That wasn't part of the plan.
Dron started to think of the worst-case scenarios.
What if someone had come in there and physically taken her? What if she was in danger? What if she was just tired of waiting?
All of it passed through his mind, and in that instant, he realized that he couldn't hold back any longer. He had to leave and immediately.
