Two days later, at 8:30 AM, Western Federal Nevada, a few kilometers south of Wellington City.
On the rooftop of an uninhabited villa, Reesi was holding a pair of binoculars, looking at another villa in the distance, complaining:
"I think I see a military base."
At the end of the binoculars' view was a villa structurally similar to the one beneath Reesi's feet.
However, this villa was luxuriously decorated, with lush vegetation, and black men patrolling the corridors, lawns, gates, and rooftops everywhere.
There was a large number of black guards, but their exact number was unclear because they each had their own patrol areas.
But within less than three minutes of observing, Reesi had already seen more than a dozen different faces.
"The number has been found out."
Not long after Reesi's complaint, Chenier, dressed in a suit and disguised as a female salesperson with glasses, came over with a bag of food and said:
