"I think we're going to have a problem," Taryk said from the front seat of the massive black vehicle that looked like it could withstand a bombing.
"What's wrong?" I pushed up between the two front seats. I could see the problem for myself. "Oh. That's what's wrong." The manned gate was deserted. Not only that, it was flattened as if run over by a steamroller.
Taryk gunned our truck. The debris of the gate no match for its size and durability. We screeched to a stop at the front door. It was hanging from its top hinge.
"s**t. What if we're too late?" I asked as everyone began piling out of the vehicle.
"Don't borrow trouble. Let's go in and see what we find." Taryk pushed open the front door, a sleek black gun in his hands. He pushed the door so hard it slammed against the wall on
