The Wind Detector kept emitting a constant humming sound as Gita wrapped herself in a blanket, staring fixedly at the direction where the crystals lit up in the dim environment. The dial of this rudimentary detector was composed of eight crystals, and she watched the one in the north, which hadn't lit up for a long time, not even a trace of background noise.
A voice from Fang Hong sounded in the Sound Transmission Tube: "Gita, have we shaken them off?"
"Seems like we have," Gita gave the crystal another glance, "Brother Ade, there hasn't been any movement from the north."
A sigh of relief came from Fang Hong's side of the Sound Transmission Tube. Those Colin People had chased them for two days and nights, making him almost believe the other side had gone mad, and every time he mentioned it to Miss Hilveld, she would laugh and say it was probably because the Prime Minister valued her father too much.
