“I assure you that we are telling the truth, sir. We are not the imposters,” Bankaff said in a stern voice as he sighed and exhaled heavily.
“Well, I hope you are telling the truth because if you are not, you three will be shot. So, move on and don’t drag your damn feet,” the guard ordered as he made hand gestures for us to pick up the pace to the tent.
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When we entered the tent, in the back was the lead human transplant guard dressed in a gold uniform with a silver belt with gold medals attached around it. He wore high-top gold-plated boots and had on a gold-and-silver round helmet. He had food and drink in his hand and was looking at a large map of the Zarklin Mountains and caves.
“Sir, these three are the ones I told you about yesterday. I believe that they are imposters,” the
