Volume 3: The Piece
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over a seemingly endless dirt field. A military vehicle trundled along, its tires stirring up plumes of dust in its wake. Inside the vehicle, four individuals, members of the enigmatic group known as the Ikes, gazed intently at the unusual scene unfolding before them.
One of the passengers, a man with a black trilby hat, a sharp black suit, and a crisp white shirt, broke the silence. "Wow... talking about a drill," he remarked, his voice filled with wonder. "It truly astonishes me how we managed to get this contraption aimed at the ground."
The driver, sporting a newsboy cap and a black and gray striped jacket, responded with a hint of pride, "Took a lot of helicopters to get it here." Seated beside him was a man with blonde hair, clad in a black jacket and vest, and sporting sunglasses that seemed to be glued to his face. To onlookers, it was evident that he was the leader of the group.