Rita Webster's hands clung tightly to Lionel Grant, entwining around him like an octopus.
Sweat droplets from his forehead fell on her face, the scalding sweat helping to bring some clarity to her thoughts.
"You... Lionel? Is it Lionel..."
Her anxious heart gradually calmed, mist forming in her eyes like a drifting waterweed finding harbor.
Lionel Grant shouted, "Shut up!"
Carrying the weight of two people, controlling the parachute became more difficult, and he dared not let himself be distracted, focusing intently on the position of the ground below.
"..."
Rita Webster didn't speak again, her taut nerves relaxing, her eyes growing heavy as if she were fighting against sleep.
Ryan Saxon in the surveillance room saw the signal points on the screen that indicated a slow and steady descent, rubbing his swollen forehead.
