“We"re here,” my driver says as the car pulls to a stop. Along with the other men and women on my plane, I was picked up in a black SUV from the landing strip. We"ve been driving for over an hour, so I quickly step out of the car to stretch my legs. For years, I"ve wondered what the rebel base in the colonies would be like. This isn"t right. We seem to be in the middle of nowhere. There is a single building that looks like it hasn"t been used in decades. The only other structures that I can see are a series of large windmills spinning rapidly.
“This can"t be right,” someone says from behind me. I"m thinking the same thing, but I don"t say it. Our driver smiles at me and begins walking towards the dilapidated building. I follow him through the door. It"s as I expected, the inside looks no
