Village Chief Ijiku led two villagers, cautiously making their way toward the oil company station.
Their hearts were heavy along the way, and their feet made CRUNCHING sounds as they trod through the thick snow.
The sound was exceptionally clear in the silence of the polar night.
When they finally arrived near the oil company station, the Village Chief peered out from cover, using the faint light of the polar night to survey the scene.
The station's large iron gate had been blown open.
Fragments of the iron gate, large and small, lay scattered across the muddy snow.
Village Chief Ijiku couldn't help but gulp, the unease in his heart growing stronger.
Just then, a point of red light flashed in the direction of the gate, immediately followed by someone shouting.
"Who's there?"
"It's me, Ijiku."
