บท 67: Chapter 67 - Kiema

"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.

"Shit. 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 the inside. He stopped its return path with his foot.

"Lukas, you're next. Then Ransom. Kiema. Asher, Xander, you bring up the rear."