Episode 7 - Careening Toward Destruction

"You're Jeep's too bulky, hop on my bike." 

"Wha? I don't have a-"

"There's no time! Get on!" Sandstorm impatiently shouted.

Wasting no time, Z and Sandstorm hopped on the Ninja. Its engine gave a high pitch roar and they sped away. 

The motorcycle weaved narrowly between vehicles as it swiftly approached Mayfield. Beyond the honking of horns and squealing of tires, the distant clicking sound of automatic weapons became clearer. Though the wind was whipping his eyes, Z could only feel his gut sink. He feared the worst. He wondered who could be injured or killed at the base. This whole sequence of events seemed so unusual to him. 

“How did Nefarious learn so much and organize so quickly?” he pondered. 

He tore himself away from those thoughts and refocused himself on his mission. The motorcycle had slowed as they approached the Mayfield compound. The gunshots were louder but less frequent. Close enough to walk, they parked the bike next to a dumpster, behind a business office. Sandstorm removed her helmet and exposed her radiant hair again to Z. Wanting to avoid distraction, he peered around the building's corner.

“Five battlewagons and a few sentry cars. I would've expected more.” He spoke to himself. “ I suggest entering the basement first to assess their strength.” 

Sandstorm nodded in agreement. The two approached the burning Mayfield surreptitiously but with appropriate haste. They could hear shouting from inside. Z's stomach turned again. Sandstorm edged close to the basement door. Presuming it would be locked, she kicked it in and Z followed. A surprised Eagle guard turned to shoot but was struck dead by a swift pistolwhip to the temple provided by Sandstorm. The two agents treaded through the carnage. Walls were riddled with bullets, smoke was pouring out of the machinery, and there were bodies sprawled throughout the building. Z became nauseous. He had never lost his composure before but this was almost too much to bear. 

Noticing Z's pale face, Sandstorm encouraged him. “I'm a little sick myself but we've got to continue. Come on, Z.”