Early morning.
Adam Halt sat in the passenger seat of a black SUV freshly issued by the Energy Administration Bureau, holding a thick stack of land acquisition assessment forms. Two cars followed behind him, carrying several newly hired clerks. This was the Energy Administration Bureau's first official day of operation, and he was conducting a highly routine preliminary survey.
The Energy Administration Bureau was funding the relocation, compensating residents at one and a half times the market rate. For these people living around the desolate nuclear power plant, this was a windfall they couldn't refuse.
The convoy stopped at the gate of the first house. It was a dilapidated wooden structure with a yard full of rusty car parts and garbage. Adam opened the car door and walked toward the yard with two clerks.
"Hello, is anyone home?" Adam shouted.
