The masked man finally stopped when they reached a sparse patch of woods.
Paige Summers and Marcus could already see the people standing ahead.
There weren't many of them—just eleven. Some were leaning against their vehicles, others were squatting to the side, and a few were sitting right on the car roofs. As Paige Summers scanned the group, she noted they were all men, and quite tall. She could make out their brawny muscles even through their combat uniforms. However, each man's head and face was tightly covered, completely obscuring his features.
Though she couldn't see their faces, the men exuded a palpable aggression that she could feel even from more than twenty meters away.
'Something feels off,' Paige Summers thought.
'This group is strange...' But if she were asked to explain what was strange about them, she couldn't provide any specific examples. She just had a feeling that something about them was indescribably awkward.
