"We'll never make it, sir, no matter how fast we go. Edward Psychological Research Institution is too far away and our time is running out."
The pilot said to Joran who was sitting in the rear.
"Just try your best. I have to deal with it, but not necessarily before it's over."
Joran was sitting in a helicopter in the howling wind, but he looked so calm with an invisible shield protecting him from the wind. No matter how strong the wind was, his hair remained well-combed. He was very picky about his appearance, almost obsessed about it.
Next to Joran, there was another man in his forties. He was wearing a labor suit heavily stained with greasy dirt, and looked exactly like a worker in some factory.
The two of them sitting together made an odd contrast, but they seemed to be used to this.
