Alex put down his terminal and surveyed the convoy before him.
Night fell and the streetlights flickered on, one by one. The soldiers preparing to leave the zone tomorrow were loading supplies, checking engines, and topping off fuel tanks.
"Boss," Seth said, walking to Alex's side. "The passes have all been distributed."
Seth glanced around before secretly slipping his own pass into Alex's hand. "Boss," he whispered, "I heard people from the Military Department are at the checkpoint. Take my pass and go first."
Alex glanced down at the pass, then stuffed it back into Seth's pocket. "The higher-ups in Zone 19 are watching me. It doesn't matter how many of our guys are there; it's useless."
As he spoke, his gaze swept coldly over the unfamiliar soldiers patrolling nearby.
'Most of the soldiers on this side of the eastern wall have been busy preparing to leave for the past two days,' Alex thought. 'It finally gave them the chance they needed to plant their own people in here.'
