A week later.
Early in the morning, as usual, Bai Yang was pulled out of bed for morning exercises by Lian Qiao. When the two came downstairs, they saw a line of buses parked in a queue at the community plaza, ready to embark. There were over a hundred people, all dressed differently yet uniformly carrying their luggage, composed and silent.
"Oh..." Bai Yang was a bit surprised, "Who are all these people?"
Lian Qiao glanced at them, "Chinese People's Liberation Army Combat Forces, their mission has ended; they must be evacuating from the headquarters."
"Headquarters?" Bai Yang asked, "My home?"
"Your home is of course a headquarters, but the headquarters is not just your home." Lian Qiao responded, gesturing around, "All of these are part of the headquarters."
"Have they been here the whole time?"
"They've been here all along." Lian Qiao nodded.
"I really have never seen them before." Bai Yang was very surprised.
"What you haven't seen is still plentiful."
