Deep in the night.
Several snowmobiles pulled up to the main gate of the compound.
"Cyril, we're here."
His subordinate, who was driving, turned and spoke softly to the superior resting in the back seat with his eyes closed.
The car's interior lights were off, with only the faint glow of the dashboard providing any illumination.
Cyril was shrouded in darkness, looking as if he were asleep.
When he received no reply, the subordinate hesitated before speaking again. His voice was slightly louder this time, yet his tone was even more cautious.
Cyril opened his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ward off his exhaustion.
He hadn't slept in nearly three days.
The King Seeds had mostly been eliminated, but a host of complicated follow-up tasks remained.
Andrew had moved the command center back to the East Wall. Cyril had spent the entire day leading the administrative department through various odds and ends, and only now had the time to relocate.
