47 You Will Build Me A UVS

"What?" Mr Ansel felt like his ears were playing tricks on him.

Where did this motley crew come from? And why did the guards let them in? Such thoughts ran through his mind as he scrutinised the surroundings.

Mr Ansel had no idea of what had been ongoing in the shelter these past three days. The military operatives protecting the laboratory facility were the last line of defence. Unfortunately, even they had fallen.

"What do you want here?" Mr Ansel inquired.

"My name is Elvis Preston, and these are my associates or rather some of them. We have taken over the governance of the shelter, so now you work for me," Elvis Preston stated with a haughty tone.

"Let my subordinates go," Mr Ansel spoke after seeing how the researchers were getting ruffled up.

"Not until you do something for me first," Elvis Preston responded while walking in circles around Mr Ansel.