The sound of static cut into the night and a husky voice soon replaced it.
"Have you found the target? Over." He shook himself out of his contemplation and answered the voice, taking out the walkie talkie from his belt and putting it in front of his lips, pressing the button then speaking.
"Afirmative, Over." He spoke, wondering how he was to broach the subject.
"I don't like that tone. What's the problem? Over." The voice said.
" There is a complication with the target, sir. Over." He replied, carding his fingers through his green hair in frustration.
"Explain. Over." The man spoke, his voice dropping in irritation. They could not afford a mishap now, not when they had already messed up once.
" The target offended Alpha Nox. We can't afford to interfere or we will be on her radar, sir. That's why the situation is delicate. Over." The voice on the other end was silent for a while.
