"Alright, grab the fattest one."
Just as they were about to open the sheep pen, Ronan Kendrick and the others pressed guns to the backs of their heads.
"Stealing sheep?" Ronan Kendrick's tone was grave. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, they dropped to their knees.
"Don't, don't shoot! We were wrong! We're refugees from Jaron Base in Country E. It took us three and a half months to get here. We stumbled upon this place by accident and saw you had sheep. We were so hungry, we just wanted to 'borrow' one. Please, don't shoot. Sirs, we can talk this out."
"You're from Country E? How do you speak our language?" Taylor Vance stepped forward and pulled off their masks. He saw that five of them appeared to be Chinese, while the other two—a man and a woman—were foreigners. There were seven of them in total.
