Glenn Hutchinson's deeply furrowed brow finally began to relax.
He hoped that this time, Flossie Wright wouldn't cause any major trouble during the assessment.
Far off in the distance, the cry of an eagle rose; a golden eagle soared and circled overhead, exactly where Flossie had landed.
Glenn Hutchinson didn't pay much attention to it.
...
In the jungle.
Flossie perched atop a tree, gathered all of the parachute, and bound it with a rope from the parachute's material.
Once she meticulously finished, she nimbly leaped down from the tree.
The trees here were not too tall and fell within her range of comfortable activity.
But—
Upon hearing the unusual cries of the eagle, Flossie's brow twitched slightly, sensing something faintly but upon deeper thought could not draw any conclusions.
So she let it be.
Carrying the bundle of parachute, Flossie reviewed the routes on the map with the help of the dim light around her.
Having discerned her bearings, she continued on her way.
