Catlicam was having some trouble adjusting to the humid air in this forest, and not knowing if he is being chased, or knowing who tried to kill him, just added more pressure to his mind.
The priority for Catlicam now was to find a safe place that he could use for a week. The system would not give a mission that would last a week by chance. Catlicam didn't know how yet, but the Seth system could always guess what would happen in the near future.
He would not admit this out loud, but it was something he envied tremendously. How powerful would he be if he could see the future? And if the future wasn't a straight line, but there were branches, couldn't he simply choose the branch that would benefit him the most?
With these thoughts in mind, Catlicam did not notice that above the treetops, heavy clouds began to pour their wrath down upon the forest, and torrential rain began to fall on the forest.
