The powerful airflow howled past his ears. Ola had to focus his mind just to send his words through the Hive Terminal.
'Listen up, you bastards! We've been tailing this transport convoy for days, and there's no mistake. Hector is concentrating supplies in Silverpine City, and right below us is that "Shit-Eating Marquis's" transit station! It's piled high with grain and refined iron.' Ever since Stuka and the others had pulled that big stunt with the statue, "Shit-Eating Marquis" had become everyone's affectionate nickname for Hector.
Ola rode on Stuka's back, the fierce wind blowing his beard straight back like two Crimson Red brooms.
'If it's salted fish, I'm tossing them into the sea.'
Stuka's thought drilled directly into Ola's skull. The great white bird adjusted the angle of its wings slightly, its massive body as steady as a rock in the airflow.
