"We're leaving as you asked. Don't you dare spread words of this, or you'll suffer," the lady warned Tristan before she left with the young man.
"I wouldn't mind seeing how I can get hurt. If only I didn't have something more important to do, I would have loved to play around," Tristan let out, sighing.
He simply sat on the roof, looking at the sky. He called Kellian.
"I'm in position. Tell me when they're about to fly past here. I'll finish it," he informed Kellian.
"They'll take a few more hours to get there. Don't worry; I'll inform you when it's time. We're keeping an eye on their jet using our satellites," Kellian replied. "Just don't leave your position for the next few hours, no matter what happens. You can't miss this opportunity."
"Don't worry. I'm not leaving this place even if the sky falls. I already packed enough food to last a few days," Tristan answered as he disconnected the call.
