"Oto will take rear this time"
"Yes sir"
"Move out!"
The uninvited island guests quickly formed a line, slightly bending their knees and back, they stealthy made a run towards the coast for cover.
One by one, they found they're own little covers, hiding behind a tree or a brush, or just plain lying down on the ground behind a mound.
"Are they soldiers or mercenaries?"
Michael wondered what kind of armed group they are. After all, there are also soldiers who have retired to become mercenaries after realizing that they can make more money doing the latter even when they know that it's a far more dangerous occupation as there won't be any country backing them up.
A job suitable for only those with no strings attached to hold them back anymore.
"But did the company deliberately ignore this group of armed people? I don't believe that they didn't learn about them even before they got here"
