Zemin leaned on Levana's wheelchair for a breather, feeling it harder and harder to detach himself from the pain in his wounds with each moment. He was about to force himself up despite the bone-deep weariness setting in his body and keep going, when his walkie-talkie suddenly went alive with a new message.
'Right, I left it on receiving my team's frequency, like always, even though the radio was jammed. Does this mean it isn't anymore?'
'Makes sense, System. But reasons are not important now!'
Zemin grabbed the device from his belt and turned up the sound, listening intently.
"Jagger is speaking. Zemin, Danis—report your status!"
"This is Zemin. I'm with Levana in her room. She's alright, I'm wounded, but can still fight."
