Six minutes before the explosion.
Below the Poisoned Stinger Ship, Catherine was fully armed, leading a seven-member team aboard a high-speed airship, descending toward the ground city.
The airship was shaped like a teardrop, the fastest craft to pass through the atmosphere.
"Commander, I suggest suspending the celebrations for the next two days. We've already caught several terrorists carrying cell bombs below. These bombs can't be detected by our current instruments."
"I've reported it, Catherine."
The middle-aged woman shook her head, explaining, "Rushing me won't help. I'm only responsible for coordinating and dispatching you. The Fire Suppression Festival on Yaha Star is a major celebration and a symbol of the Empire's strength. The higher-ups must carefully consider the consequences of every action."
"What's there to consider?"
Catherine frowned.
