Wanda was still a little dazed when the alarm went off, but the moment she opened her eyes, she immediately realized where she was.
The floor was not as cold as it usually was in winter, and the chill she had expected to shoot from the soles of her feet into her brain never came. The air in the room was warm and humid. Thanks to the tireless work of the underfloor heating and humidifier, she did not have to deal with dry, peeling skin after getting up. She lazily stretched, only for someone to knock on the door. She froze like a clockwork doll whose work had been interrupted. "Wanda, we're ready to leave." Salomon's voice came from behind the door. "Hurry up. The gunship is hovering upstairs. We're leaving before dawn!"
"Wait! I'm not dressed yet!"
"I told you not to sleep naked..." Salomon's voice gradually faded away.
Bright red, Wanda leaped out of bed and hurriedly pulled on the uniform placed beside her. It was a new uniform; the clothes she had worn during yesterday's operation were still sitting in the laundry basket at her apartment. She muttered curses under her breath, unable to understand how Salomon and the Witch still had the energy to get up after making such a commotion last night, let alone the strength to come urge her on. After washing up, she wolfed down a few bites of breakfast and followed the neatly dressed Salomon out the door.
The shriek of the gunship's engines and the gale kicked up by its rotors forced her to hold down her hair, lest the simple bun Dinah had tied for her be blown apart. Salomon could not be bothered to open a portal, so the gunship capable of traveling beyond the atmosphere became their standard