Somewhere in Port Gaverne, Cornwall, England…
It was in the middle of the night and most people had gone back to their homes. There was no moon, and dark clouds covered the sky. In a small secluded cove, eighty men carried twenty body bags and dumped them casually on the ground.
"I pity the people living in this place." The leader of the group of men sighed as he gave out an order. "Open the bags and let's go back to the ship."
His subordinates did as they were told and hurriedly opened the bags. Within the bags lay the sleeping figures of the experimental subjects that Mikhail had personally chosen for this operation.
All of them were given a very strong sedative and they would be waking up after an hour. The men knew that they needed to get as far away as they could before the fiends regained their consciousness.
"That's the last one, Sir," one of the subordinates reported. "We can move out anytime, Sir."