The girl died silently, her neck broke and her body was caught before it landed.
Ariana had already started dragging the body into the maintenance compartment before the girl let out her last breath from her lungs.
Video from the small reconnaissance robot flashed at the edge of her vision, and a group of three men in full-coverage uniforms turned into the passage and talked in a low voice and tired look.
She watched them pass through the shadow-covered compartment, and as soon as they walked away, they immediately started working.
The dead girl's uniform was quite fit for her. When she put it on, she felt the rubber seal squeeze through her head, and at the same time, she noticed that the clothes were still filled with the warmth of her body with a transcendent interest.
She had spent hours studying the girl's face through the eyes of the scout robot.
But she looked at her again, trying to make sure that her facial features could roughly mimic the exhausted state on the dead face, while changing the size of her body. She didn't want to be carefully observed and found that it didn't fit.
For only a little while, she could only make a rough estimate of size and body shape, and even in the process of finding the right time to kill that girl, there was an uncomfortable risk of making mistakes.
But she had confidence because she was the daughter of Kalidus.
Then, she began a routine analysis.
Inference: The patrol assembly time is 605 seconds away and the presumptive deadline for the end is 907 seconds away.
She stood up and walked into the passage, behind her, the body was hidden in the shadows, and some kind of potion was dissolving her.
It would be discovered, but then there was only a pool of mucus of unknown significance left.
She began to walk quickly and rushed to the protective door leading to the assembly ground, and the little white hat swayed in her hands.
The whole task is actually messy and lacks accuracy.
She doesn't like this, not at all.
Behind her, four miniature robots following the surveillance channel were suspended in the air like flies, making a buzzing sound.
Soon, they landed on her shoulders and then crawled into her hair, the rest had been hidden, their silver bodies attached to the synthetic skin under her uniform, like larvae pressing against the worm.
Leaving the shelter is not a problem, but it is not that simple. Entering a track station is a low-level sub-problem, and entering a circle where she can quickly integrate is another factor, but not so significant.
The importance of the lurking targets is even more important, and if they are too important, she may not be able to escape from it, which narrows the scope of choice.
Next is a matter of time.
It is very likely that the Astral Knight will act immediately. The longer she delays in the orbital station, the smaller the probability of going to the target.
On the other hand, it is the fact that she is acting quickly, and the mistakes that follow her hasty act like a worm on a corpse.
If she goes too fast and takes too many shortcuts, her plan may fail.
When all the risk factors reach critical levels is the presumptive deadline for her to be terminated, and after she kills the girl, this deadline is approaching every second.
Inference: According to the patrol assembly time of 581 seconds, the presumed deadline for the end is 883 seconds.
She walked into the assembly ground, and under the stereotyped light of the lighting strips and spotlights, rows of supplies and weapons and equipment extended to the distance.
The exhaust gas from the transport trucks stained the ceiling, and the strong smell of oil drifted in the air, and the sound of metal was ringing: the sound of the metal shell when the belt slipped into the bullet box, the clanging sound of the track pressing over the stone chalk, and the banging sound of the hatch opening and closing of the hatch.
Most of the people here are servants of the Astral Knights, and they are nervously preparing for their master's expedition.
She took everything in a glance and derived a series of valuations with an accuracy of 99 percent for machines and personnel.
As a result, Ariana unexpectedly discovered that the Arctic Knights' military equipment level was astonishingly high, and the ammunition and quantity prepared far exceeded the level of their personnel.
"strangeness--"
"Which department are you from?"
Hearing the sound, she looked around and blinked quickly, and found that a man in a gray and green uniform was looking down at her.
Military rank, lieutenant, department, logistics.
She realized that she had not answered yet, so she spoke.
"Benita Mars, a first-level correspondent, is affiliated with the third communications department of Souls Unbound."
She took a breath, then thought about it, and then added:
"I was on vacation before and am now preparing to return to my post."
The lieutenant sighed, frowning and congested his eyes.
The assassin immediately analyzed his physical characteristics, 78% of them were likely to have long-term insomnia, 56% of them were likely to have weakened motor function and extreme perception, and 34% of them were likely to-
"You've got the medicine?"
The girl stiffened for a moment, and the sense of compulsion that wanted to look around filled her.
She felt blind, her attention was limited to the data from her five senses, and her eyes might be staring at her, her feet approaching, and her hands touching her weapon.
So she licked her lips and glanced at the lieutenant's face.
"You know..."
The girl looked embarrassed on her face.
"I want to... find a way to stay in shape."
She once heard a soldier say these words, and then she saw him drinking a lot of alcohol, which seemed to be an explanation.
The lieutenant stared at her, and after a moment he nodded.
"Touch those things less. If you want to be promoted in the future, take that route to the passenger passage and pass the second row."
"Thanks."
The girl bowed and paid tribute, but the lieutenant had walked away.
She suppressed her instinct to run, and instead, she walked as people were anxious to go.
In a moment, she saw the shuttle she was going to ride on.
She had observed it from afar before and reviewed every detail of these models.
Now, it was as familiar to her as her own hands.
As she hurriedly approached, some people turned their heads to look at her. She looked at the faces, found the face whose main facial features matched the commander in her memory, and saluted immediately.
"We're going to set out soon, hurry up."
The female officer who was talking had a flat face, and her face seemed to be shiny due to sweat and lubricating oil stains, and her black hair was knotted into pieces.
Lieutenant Kassandra, captain of the 9th Logistics Detachment of the Souls Unbound.
The female assassin nodded and ran towards the shuttle. The passengers nearby had already begun to enter the cabin door, and they were all crew members and officers on the Soul Unbound.
When the engines started one after another, she had found her place.
At the same time, she wrote down a string of data in her mind, which would be sent to another group of people on the adjacent planet after half an hour by a secret device installed in the orbital station.
【After about 30 standard Terra hours, the fleet of the Astral Knights will set off】