The underground warehouse area in district C was divided into several large zones. As Nico drove the electric cart through them, he glanced around. Layers upon layers of neatly stacked supplies, high as mountains but impeccably ordered, were on display as if they were on supermarket shelves, arranged according to a certain sequence.
However, because of the sheer height to which these goods were stacked, often over five metres high, it could not be compared with the conventional supermarket shelves.
"Where do we escape from?"
Nico turned his head and asked.
"Wait for those picking us up." Feros replied.
"Someone is picking us up?" Nico asked, surprised, "You have others?"
"Isn't that obvious? Do you think I could have managed all this by myself?"
Feros said in a matter-of-fact tone.
