Above the skies of the Clan's northern territories was a reconnaissance plane. It soared through the heavens, leaving behind trails of pale mist. Designated as Recon One, it was tasked to observe the lower half of the New World.
Inside the reconnaissance plane, the pilot watched the clearing stormy skies and saw the northern territories of the Clan for what they were.
"You think the rumor is true?" An observation specialist from the fortified capital city of Denver asked while staring at the same scenery that the pilot gazed upon.
"Rumors about what?" The pilot raised his eyebrows, confused about what the specialist meant. His job was merely to circle around the northern territories.
On the other hand, the specialist had to record their observations and report to the higher echelons of the Federation.
As a veteran in government fieldwork, the pilot knew more than to ask questions. It was better to pretend to hear or see nothing rather than attract unnecessary attention.
