Lost

Transmission lost.
Lizard stares disbelieving at the words. So close! Another 10 seconds…
Vainly he searches for the transmitter signal. It’s not there- not out of range, not jammed, not too weak to use. It’s just gone.
Witch’s voice in his head. “What the hell happened?”
“I don’t know. Did anything change at your end?”
“Hell yes, the screaming bitch just ate a car and sealed up that hole I blew in her.”
It takes a moment to process. Ate a car?
Then he understands.
“Hold position. I have a plan B.”
“Will it work?”
“7% probability.”
She laughs, disgusted.