All was silent and calm in the skies just above Gronde forest. Night had fallen and only a small amount of light was offered by the moon. However, slowly enough, the air became hazy. A slightly sound, like the buzzing of a bee filled the air. Just loud enough for one to hear if standing on the ground below. Suddenly, like emerging from water, a body appears from the haze. Small blue and white lights appear on the man’s feet and backpack. He quickly dropped to the earth, but was stopped by a strong burst from his flight pack. It wasn’t long before another appeared where he had just been. This continued until there were five oddly dressed men. The one who had exited first turned to the others and speaking into his head set. He contacts the other two groups which had emerged on other sides of the Spatial shift. “Squad one to squads two and three. Status report.”

Over the head set, he could hear their response. “Squad two, no abnormalities to report.” A moment later, there was another voice. “Squad three, our specialist has sustained injury. He has already been sent back through.” There was a sigh from the squad one leader. “How did it happen?” The squad three leader answered quickly, “His left arm shifted into a tree branch. It’s not serious, but he couldn’t do his mission properly with only one arm. We will continue without him.” Once again there was a pause just before the squad one leader replied. “Alright… Attention all squad members, begin operations.”

Each squad dropped a devise that looked like a large pill. About a foot long and three inches in diameter. The devise extended three spikes into the ground and stood vertically. On the top, a small antenna protruded out. All three groups took to the sky and headed off in different directions. Squad one heading for Trill. Squad two heading for roughly in the direction of Bordar town. And squad three heads off towards what looks to be Bubbol town.