Having allocated the tools, Ella Pemberton spoke briefly.
After giving the instructions, she boarded the helicopter.
The three stood still in place.
Holding the map and watch in her hands, Flossie Wright looked up at the sky, then glanced at Jessie Grain and Nancy Phillips, noticing they were not entirely at ease, she felt somewhat assured.
It looked like—
The first three days of training had been fairly standard.
Because she had returned, was it time to get serious?
Flossie Wright shrugged her shoulders.
"I'm heading out."
In thought, she determined her bearings, waved to the two, and set off in the direction of the Base.
It was around nine o'clock now.
Nine hours to go until six in the evening.
Nine hours for thirty kilometers, walking three to four kilometers per hour.
In these mountains, that was no simple mission.
Time was of the essence.
Watching her receding figure, Jessie Grain smiled faintly and turned her gaze back toward Nancy Phillips, "Let's go too."
