The Humvee carrying Cain moved at a steady pace, its four wheels kicking dust into the air and leaving tracks that were quickly erased by the wind.
The journey from the construction site to the excavation zone took several hours. Eventually, Cain, who had been staring out the window beside him, straightened his posture. Outside, he could see heavy machinery relocating sand and massive boulders.
Several people wearing armored suits to protect themselves from the virus were busy coordinating the drivers of those towering metal vehicles.
Before long, the vehicle Cain was riding in slowed to a stop near the workers' tents, which were lined up neatly on both sides.
"We're here."
The driver beside him spoke, prompting Cain to turn and nod.
"Thank you for the ride."
Without replying, the man merely waved his hand dismissively.
