All the crew members of the Narwhal were stunned. They stared in shock at the dozen identical Feierbahahs standing before them.
"What… what in the world is going on…?" Looking at the military helicopters behind them and the heavy spacesuits they wore, Charles immediately thought of the modern pistol Feierbahah had once wielded.
Then, a terrifying thought surfaced in his mind. His steel finger rose, pointing at the leader of the Feierbahahs.
"You're with the Foundation? You're clone soldiers?!"
Feierbahah had once said he was a spy sent by some organization to monitor the Pope. Now that all the clues were laid out before him, Charles understood. They really are the Foundation, the ones who vanished into the river of time.
"Where are the others? I want to see your GK Council!"
Hearing this, the leader shook his head. "We don't want any conflict with you. Right now, we must retrieve the Darkness."
