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Once the two men reached the entrance to the factory they were forced into a single-file line to be processed for the work day. Reece and Gaston had forged IDs that these workers used, and they knew that they didn't need to pose as someone else in order to get it. This factory, although small, had a reputation for having one of the fastest turn over rates. In this new employment world that meant that workers were injured and/or killed so much that there were at least five or six new workers coming in each week.

On either side of the large steel double doors were two aliens, checking each worker's ID and waving them through. Both of the rebels breathed a sigh of relief when they were let through without any problems. On the inside of the building both men and women were at their stations, monotonously doing the job they were assigned. This factory was used for production of the aliens' gadgets, specifically the communicators they used to speak with each other over long distances. Reece had entertained the thought of pushing for a liberation of a weapons production factory, but he knew that the defense and firepower there would be way too difficult for their small rebel group to overcome. That would have to wait.

Immediately he and Gaston went to a random station and followed along as quickly as they could. After a few times attaching part A to part B they got the hang of it. For about half an hour they worked, until the entire factory was full of the workers and the aliens that watched and made sure that they didn't do anything but work.
Gaston leaned slightly towards Reece to whisper to him, "Ok, everyone else is set up at their points around the factory. They'll make their move when they hear it start. Now you make yours."
Reece nodded his head a little, showing that he understood. One of the guards was about to walk past them, so he turned around and addressed it. "I need to go to the restroom, Leader sir," he asked in a submissive voice.
The guard grunted in annoyance but pointed to where the restrooms were.
"Huuuryyy u-up hhhuuumannn," it said, the sound of English a strange noise grinding out of it's mouth. Reece obeyed, walking in the usual weak way to where the restroom's were, with a little help from the butt of the guard's gun on his back.

The workers must not have asked for bathroom breaks very often because no aliens guarded this end of the building. In any case it was just what Reece needed. Now his goal was to get to the main office of the factory without being seen and kill the aliens that were put in charge of this factory. After that first shot, Gaston and the other rebels would be signaled to get rid of all of the other ones so that the workers could be saved. This was Reece's first time playing such a crucial role in a mission, and he hoped he could pull it off without any problems.

[Yup sounds good.]