'The more the merrier,' was the motto of Foreman Andrews. He had ten men employed by him. He had ordered one hundred trucks of rocks as landfill. Those trucks had two men each, minus the driver.
'Let's see if any strange things had a chance to happen this time!'
Foreman Andrews put flood lights on every one hundred meters. His men got busy with the installations while truck after truck poured its load into the pit.
At first glance, the pit was shallow. Its diameter was roughly three hundred kilometers. With its center a perfect circle, the cavity on the land looked like a dried funnel.
Foreman Andrews had searched this land on the internet. There was a few information. The articles were short and repetitive.
'Well, the land is a virgin! Period. There are no attempts of manmade struct
