Fifteen minutes later.
Fitzroy, Party Secretary of Clear-sky Lake Town, and Isandro Sharp, the mayor, hurried to the scene.
The weather wasn't hot.
Yet both were drenched in sweat.
It was obvious that they hadn't delayed a minute after receiving the call and had rushed over anxiously.
Upon arriving at the scene.
They first inquired about the situation.
Then they bowed and scraped as they apologized to Dirk Carter.
Dirk Carter said nothing.
He walked straight over to the edge of Clear-sky Lake.
The others could only follow in silence.
The discharge from the sewage pipe had already stopped; one had to admit, Arturo Golding moved quickly.
But the pollution on the lake's surface remained.
The stench rolled towards them in waves, making anyone who smelled it feel nauseous.
