The next morning, Smolder and his group were transported to the site by an expensive van. Their driver was Alto.
Foreman Andrews watched the new recruits alighting the van. He wondered how fifty adult men could fit in the eight-sitter vehicle. He grew curious when they seemed the same in everything: height, build, and facial features!
Even the uniforms, shoes, and hats!
"I don't know their names!" he complained once.
"You don't have to know their names!" Mr. Alto reprimanded him once. "Their main responsibility is to roam around the vicinity of the site!"
"Okay, okay!" Foreman Andrews forced a grin. When he met Mr. Smolder, he had felt goosebumps. The eyes looked otherworldly and vividly green!
He observed them for the first hour. They had long weapons. Thankfully, they were not gun
