"Sink it,"
Agatha's eyes were firmly fixed on the vessel that was continuously approaching on the sea surface, her tone cold and hard as ice.
A junior officer beside her appeared somewhat taken aback, as if unable to believe his own ears, "What did you say?"
"Sink it," Agatha didn't respond to the junior officer but instead turned her head to Colonel Lister and repeated, "That is the 'Assailants,' a massive source of contamination—I don't know what exactly it is, but that is certainly not the Sea Swallow."
She paused, the knuckles gripping her cane turning slightly white, "I am responsible for this decision."
Lister said nothing. His facial muscles were taut, and he stood in the cold wind like a frozen statue for a long time until the horn sounded again in the distance. This time the sound was clearer and louder, as if carrying an unsettling urgency, prompting him to finally break the silence, "Ma'am, are you sure your information is reliable?"
