They stood fingering the opalescent air with their boughs like stricken sentinels, encompassing a place which had slain them eons ago.
It appeared in the west, above some trees, and gently settled onto the landing platform. The tiny red-breasted spy had not missed a single word or movement of what took place on the parade ground.
Drawing a deep breath, he jogged away from the storage room door, heading for the shuttle.
The working men they spared but decimated.