The missile, now reconstructed and hanging ominously in the sky, began its rapid descent toward Andrea, cutting through the air with deadly precision. Time seemed to freeze as the missile plummeted, and the atmosphere in the command center became electrified with a mix of horror and disbelief.
"Move, Andrea! Move!" Richard's voice was laced with desperation as he yelled into the microphone, his eyes locked onto the screen that displayed Andrea's perilous situation.
But Andrea, her body fueled by adrenaline and exhaustion, seemed to move in slow motion. She took a shaky step forward, trying to muster the strength to run, but her legs betrayed her, weakened from the relentless chase.
"Richard, I…I can't…" Andrea's voice was a mere whisper, drowned out by the roaring sound of the missile as it continued its descent.
