"Hello everyone, Good day, my name is Nadal Martins, and the human base's recruitment department has entrusted me with the responsibility of seeing to it that your life are preserved. I will guide you henceforth.After hearing Nadal's comments resonate over the entire region, the recruits were left with a range of feelings they were unable to reconcile. All of these emotions, and more, bundled into one: disbelief, fear, curiosity, worry, exhilaration, and hope.Everyone in this group had their reservations about what he had to say because, after all, he might be anyone—a decent guy or a horrible guy, who knows.No matter what emotions they were experiencing or who was speaking, everyone's eyes continued to be drawn to Nadal, but nobody spoke to him because his timing was off. It was irrelevant.As Nadal came to the realization that despite the magnificent quality of his entrance, no one had responded to him, the color of his face began to turn red. Once again, his acerbic tongue made

In the space that served as Dickson's office, there were three men lazing around on the chairs that had been arranged in rows in front of his desk. When Dickson spoke at this same moment, he was staring intently at the other men and wearing a solemn expression on his face."the usual twenty hours that were allowed to you all to get the recruits has expired; why aren't David and Nadal around yet?"The soldiers all looked at him at the same time with puzzled expressions on their faces as they raced their minds to think of a reason as to why their colleagues had not arrived here sooner."Aham, I feel that something in their way slowed them down and caused them to take a detour around it." The opinion of the speaker was provided by a plump individual.You responded, "no, I don't think that's possible, they are in level 5, I don't think that there is currently anything on this island that is strong enough to obstruct them, I think they failed to find their group of recruits in time or they

Nadal's heart started beating extremely quickly when a projection screen that portrayed the events that were filmed by the security cameras blew out from Dickson's desk. He was doing everything in his power to cling to the belief that his secret would not be exposed in the graphic.Dickson has just entered the data that was saved on the chip that his assistant handed over to him, and it is now being displayed on the projector that Dickson is employing at the moment."Ladies and gentlemen, I would be indebted to you if you could lend me your assistance in witnessing the situations so that I can determine what actually went place. I would sincerely appreciate that." Dickson made this announcement when he was taking it easy in his master recliner, his eyes darting rapidly from one of the four possible outcomes to the next as each passing minute passed.Dickson slouched on his seat with a worn-out expression and grumbled, "hhhhha, still can't find anything even after thirty minutes," as h

"If you are in good enough shape tomorrow, then you will move in with us, and you will make this location your home for the foreseeable future."“Whhhaaaaast!!”"Come on, we've only been here for three days, and we're not even supposed to be Earth defenders, are we?" the leader of the group yelled. As a result of this, we have committed every moment of our life to advancing this cause.That's right, you need to give us more time to prepare, and I'm sure the last thing you want is for all of us to die, so please do us a favor and extend our deadline if you can. It's the kindest thing you could do for us. There is a bridge deep within the cosmos, and in order for us to remain secure and stop them from taking over the world at the same time, we need to get to the bottom of where it leads.One of the recruit was heard saying, "After what happened to team D, I just can't believe that they are going to send us out there. I don't want to wind up in the same position as them.According to a c

He made an effort to stifle the prickling heat that he was experiencing by pressing his eyes shut and leaning against the structure. He was uncomfortable with the sensation. He felt as though hundreds of ants were trying to crawl through his veins, and the itching was particularly bad around his eyes and lips. He covered his lips with his hands, and even though he wanted to scratch the sores away, the act of touching them provided him with some measure of relief. "My god , are you okay?" He was conscious of the caring voice coming from the direction to his left, but he did not open his eyes or turn in that direction at any point. He wanted to scream but he didn't because he didn't want to scare her to death, which was something he was half worried he would do if he let go of him at this moment. The searing headache and the persistent itching—did they really need to happen? In spite of the fact that he didn't think he'd taken that much, it was already causing him a significant amoun