Chapter 7: Drone Projections
In a dark, chilling and eerie tunnel also known as the slums, six soldiers paroled around, flashlights on their heads — eyes, as sharp as an eagle's.
From one point of the tunnel which flanked into two paths, soldiers mounted. And at the rear end, which held the three possible exits, soldiers also mounted there.
Above the tunnel, which housed the entire slum itself, another soldier was positioned in place almost as if something bad was about to happen.
Chills crawled down spines.
The tunnel underneath the slum is highly prohibited from entry which means that there are other visitors or even dwellers who trudged above it all — slum travellers, and maybe those slum-rats, those who feet from hand-to-mouth, typically the slum-survivors.
Within a small office-room, computers were seen seated in rows and columns, operated by technicians whose main priority is — information, feedback, database and all whatnot. And of course, another man stood by the side, watching them closely.
"It's the usual information — skyliner, black suds, pipeline leakage, disbursement and automated rays."
Loud sound of clicks echoed off in the room accompanied with low hums, tactical beeps.
No one spoke — the silence was deafening.
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Kael leaned against a pillar, his eyes, an icy hue.