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CHAPTER 58
“So they’re heading for the factory?”
Dran nodded. “ETA less than two days.”
Snikkit sat back down, brow furrowed. “We should have taken an inventory after the last attack…”
There was an awkward pause as all three of them attempted to think of a plan. Then the Director raised his head from his hands. “How many people could that Crawler hold?”
Snikkit thought for a second. “I think they’re designed to comfortably hold about eight or nine hundred troops…”
“But how many could it hold?”
“Well, if they were packed really tightly, there could be anything up to 2000 on it. Why?”
The Director smiled. “One of our sociologists once spent a year in a Mudokon tribe, studying them. At one point during his time there, they declared war on a rival tribe. Almost all of the able-bodied adults went into battle, leaving only a handful to care for the children. Only about a third of the tribe were left behind, most of which were children.” His thin smile widened. “The Mudoris Tribe, according to our reconnaissance, is about three thousand strong…”
Dran was the first to break out in a smile, and Snikkit wasn’t far behind…
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