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A couple of hours earlier, a small group of figures had stood on the bank of the very same reservoir that Paul had dived into when he had plummeted from the sky during his escape from the EDF complex. They were looking into the distance, at a two-storey high building complex sitting between them and the horizon.
Sylas kept looking ahead as he spoke.
“There’s a lot of it underground, hidden from view?”
Paul nodded.
“About eighty per cent, I estimate.”
“And these humans from a parallel Earth are inside?”
“They were when I left.”
There was still about five hundred metres of open desert between them and the buildings. That was going to be a problem. Sylas offered three options.
“We could just run across the open space, but if we do that they’ll definitely see us coming and defend t
