It had been a few days already. That, added to the one week long scouting mission that had prepared the arrival of the main force led to only one conclusion. It was great that evolvers could not smell.
Soldiers of the old era, even with basic wartime hygiene would have already turned into walking insect repellent.
Alex placed the summarized map the vanguard had produced on the hood of his AFV (Armored Fighting Vehicle) and scrutinized it with the deputy of his team.
The brown haired woman raised her head and asked:
"Where are we going next?"
Alex placed his finger on the circle at the edge of the map that depicted the portal they came to this place through. Then, starting from there, he traced a line that went further inside.
"The rear is somewhat secure now. An outpost will soon be established not far from the wreckage, so we only have one last mission before we go back and rest."
