A couple of minutes later, after making the phone call with the military communication device Oliver bought from the black market, an aircraft blitzed through the air and hovered above him.
The island was an isolated patch of land with few trees.
Alighting the flying ship, Achara greeted Oliver who was grilling a fish nearby.
Oliver just nodded and went back to grilling the fish.
Achara sighed.
"Now, explain." She requested and sat near him, on a wooden log.
She was going to ask her friends for a favour and pick up Oliver from Titanfall. But none were available, so she had to make a personal trip.
"You came quicker than I expected," Oliver muttered while spreading a spicy paste over the fish.
"Can we wait until it's done?" He asked.
It had only been a few minutes since he called Achara and yet, she was already here.
Oliver glanced at the aircraft she used.
It was an advanced jet capable of flying at a sustained speed of Mach 5.
'No wonder.'
