When the car reached the harbor gate, the gate opened automatically, and they drove inside. After driving a short distance within the port, they arrived at a pier where cargo ships were docked. Among the colossal freighters lined up at the pier, there was a small fishing boat.
First the man, then the boy, got out of the car. The man stepped directly onto the fishing boat. The boy stood at the edge of the pier, caught between stepping onto the boat or not; he was fully aware that there would be no turning back after this step. Looking up, he saw the man in front of him look even more authoritarian and threatening, staring at him as if ordering him to hurry up.
Suddenly, he found himself boarding the boat, overcome by the man's authority. In fact, the boat had already pulled away from the pier. He looked at the person steering the boat and saw a burly individual in a suit who continued to drive without making a sound or even turning around until they reached their destination. The rain had finally stopped, and more than three hours had passed since that confrontation on the rooftop. Now, they had arrived at an unknown island in the ocean.
There were countless boats at the jetties in front of the island—some were small skiffs that could barely hold a few people, while others were ferries that could easily carry hundreds. There were even a few luxury yachts among them.
When the fishing boat moored among these vessels, the man and the boy disembarked. On the jetty, there were dozens of guards in suits and black glasses, and one luxury car. The guards instantly bowed in a single line salute as the man approached. Then, one of them opened the car door for the man. After he got in, the guard closed his door and opened the other door for the boy. This time, the man sat in the rear right seat with the boy next to him. The car was being driven by a chauffeur who, like the others, was wearing a black suit.
Unlike the man, the chauffeur drove the car calmly and slowly. After driving for a short while, they were greeted by a massive hexagonal facility, seemingly three stories high from the outside, located in the middle of a forest on the island. The facility was monitored by guards and cameras, and its walls were made of thick, strong, windowless concrete, resembling a bunker. It had six doors, one on each side, numbered from one to six, and constructed of thick bunker-style steel.
The car quietly pulled up to the No. 1 door, and two outside guards opened the car doors. The man got out with a calm stride, and all the guards around bowed respectfully; even the people in white coats standing in front of the open door bowed. All of this was enough to convince the boy that the man was the leader here and a person of immense importance.
The boy got out of the car without much delay and saw the people in white coats ready again, while the guards were still bowing.
The man walked around the car to the boy's side and, in a serious voice, said,
"They will accompany you now,"
pointing to the lab-coated men in front of the door, and then walked inside through the open entrance.