Marx's body tilted to the right. His left hand reached out, trying to grab a branch or anything that could break his fall, but he only grasped air. He looked down and saw that it was only a steep slope, not a cliff, and there were many bushes that could break his fall.
Two strong hands grasped his hand to steady him. "Careful Boss." It was Vasquez.
Marx nodded at Vasquez. It was his way of expressing his thanks to his subordinate.
At the same time, Amaya landed in front of him. She was still holding the vine she used to transport her body to where Marx was.
"I just lost my footing." Marx was embarrassed, but he kept a cold face as if nothing had happened.
"I just saw you looking at that tree. Is something wrong?" Marx changed the subject to avoid Amaya's further inquiries about his near fall.
"I thought I heard something, but maybe I made a mistake."
