Hours blurred into a haze as the Last Stand military aircraft surged forward with unrelenting speed, tearing across the void like a streak of lightning. The journey had become a monotonous blur, a ceaseless march of time that weighed heavily on the soldiers within.
Those who had been searching for Anthony had long since abandoned their efforts, realizing with grim certainty that their search was futile, a hopeless endeavor against the odds they faced.
The soldiers, weary and resigned, had retreated to their private quarters and chambers. The hum of the engines had become a constant lullaby, yet sleep had eluded most of them.
The suffocating weight of exhaustion clung to their bones, but their restless minds refused them rest. Then, piercing the heavy silence, a mechanical voice reverberated through the metallic corridors of the aircraft, its cold tone echoing into every chamber.
Beep.
"Ten minutes until arrival at Military Base Alpha-9."
