The drift lands were no longer the same. The residents had grown used to the cold, but tension rippled through the area because the population was exceeding what they could handle.
This was more so in the Burton base because the watchers continued to drop superhumans inside like broken gifts from the snowy sky.
Every day, at least ten were brought by. No explanation was given. Most were aggressive, ready for a fight and the base commander was tired of it all. That is why he was determined to put a stop to it now.
He had a superhuman tracking the movements of the watchers and today, another gift was reported to be arriving. Heath was ready to put his plan into action. He stood in the central tower that had reinforced mirrors, wrapped in furs, jaw clenched as sirens wailed.
Another drop was on the horizon.
