Charis
I heard a voice from the radio say "Movement—" but as soon as the person said it, it died with a squeal, and there was an instant disconnection.
"Transport Six," Luce called out. "Come in, Transport Six. Can anyone hear me?"
Still silence.
"Maybe the signal is bad," I hear Baird tell Luce.
"It's impossible, these are analogy devices, Baird. That's the whole essence of having them. Transport Five, can you hear me? Come in Transport five?"
There was a loud static that made Luce groan out in pain; even I, sitting in my cage, had to jerk my head to avoid the loud noise quickly.
"What the hell was that?" Baird asked. "Try, Transport Four. They're the lead car."
"Transport Four!" I heard Luce call out again, "Can you hear me, Transport Four?"
No response, not even a squeak. I could feel the tension emanating from both men. Where I was at the back of the vehicle, I didn't know what to think. I also hope they don't believe this had anything to do with me.
