"Sir, the fog is very thick—nothing is visible. We need to get up quickly." Reina
"Okay, now it's time for you to fall." Sienna
He hugs Mitter.
Sienna, counting under her breath, stares at them in shock—her throat dry—while Adam stands frozen in the same stunned silence. Vikram leans in and whispers in Mitter's ear, "Don't tell anyone anything about me."
Sienna's hand hovers over the button. Vikram slams his fist down on it.
"Fuck it!"
"Aaaaaaaaah! You fucker!" Sienna screams.
The ramp began to open slowly.
"TEN!"
Shouting the word, Vikram sprinted forward and, laughing, leaped through the narrow opening.
{Both of them watch in stunned silence. 'He hadn't even waited for it to open fully.'}
The rifle and sword were tied to his waist with rope; the hat gripped in his left hand. Exactly five seconds after jumping, he yanked the cord—the parachute burst open.
[India 36°02'44.6"N 75°48'40.8"E
Himalayas Region 9:45 a.m.]
The fog is absolute—literally nothing visible—and the cold bites at -75 degrees, wind howling. Vikram thrusts his legs forward; he lands hard on his ass.
{He got to his feet, put his hat on, left the parachute behind, and walked ahead while looking around.}
He took the Octagon out of his pocket.
"Reane, it looks like this?"
Shaking his head..." When the path is unknown."
{He began to gather the snow into a pile, then firmly pressed it down into a compact, flat layer.
Then he toss the Reane onto it.
The Reane is a structure where the arrow on all eight sides curves in the same direction.}
He picked it up and checked—no Alteration.
"Fuck, none of the three worked." {He was just blind with rage.}
The ground trembled beneath him. Vikram pressed his hand to the earth—felt the vibration—then grinned. Grabbing the Reane, he sprinted forward, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Moras! Moras!" arms flailing wildly above his head.