Ethan carefully placed the broken drone into the back of his 4×4. Logically, the mission was over. He had the wreckage; he could leave. Yet, a powerful, unshakable feeling rooted him to the spot. The air was thick with unexplained energy.
His gaze drifted back to the massively chained trucks, and his mind spun wildly. What could be so important, so dangerous, that it required this level of secrecy and containment?
