I had never liked the desert. It was too hot, too full of sand, too full of terrorists. I stood there awkwardly with my men as he watched S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W survey the land. As far as I could tell the land was desolate. Laid bare by the numerous battles fought between the Killjoys which infected this land and the saviours, BLI. The Dracs stood there menacing and silent beneath their masks, My  mask also kept me silent, I couldn't even speak out if I wanted to. The mask surpassed any sound that came out of my mouth. Meant that I couldn't scream out when I died so I looked stoic in death. "We move north." S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W finally spoke. I nodded and gestured to the men to move and so we drove deeper into the desert.

The men drove for approximately an hour before Ray spotted an abandoned looking gas station. S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W drove up to it and parked by the garage. He turned the car off and walked out, leaving the men and Ray to silently follow him. They followed him into the dust filled building, keeping a watch around him, ready for an attack to suddenly be sprung from the silent building. No such attack came as they wandered silently through the relics left by the killjoys of old. This place had clearly sat unused  for a number of years due to the amount of dust and bugs which had appeared in the building. Ray watched S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W wander about the building, his fingers outstretched as they grazed over the ancient relics as he looked at them intensely. 

Abruptly, S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W's head shot up and growled lowly in the silence "They're coming." He said and I simply nodded, understanding the order to prepare for a battle. I marched my men outside and sure enough saw the dust cloud of a travelling vehicle. A killjoy vehicle. I made the men ready themselves with their weapons and prepare for impact. As soon as they were close enough, I raised my hand, about to drop it and give the order for my men to unleash hell onto the oncoming killjoys but before I could, I caught a glimpse at the white flag billowing out of the car. A surrender? From killjoys? it was unheard of. My arm faltered and the van seemed to maintain its acceleration. Around twenty five metres away from me, the van door opened as it sped along and someone reached out and grabbed me, sweeping me off my feet "I got him, drive!" A male voice yelled as a bag was put over my head and I was left struggling in the confusion, listening to the sound of my mens laser shots get quieter and quieter as I was driven away.

It felt like hours had past in the darkness, a swirling tumult of memories had bombarded my head as I dived into my subconscious; But now I was leaving, slowly being dragged up. I blinked as the bright light filtered into my eyes, I took in a deep breath of the warm air. Someone had removed the rubber mask from my head. And I was still alive. A familiar figure stood in front of me "Mikes? What happened?" I asked softly, my voice scratching in my throat. Mikey's face became clearer as he kneeled into my view "Welcome back honey, we have a lot to catch you up on."