The sky couldn't have been any redder on the gray scale land of Nevada. On a dusty worn down highway in zed territory, a pickup truck rode across the dirt and stone as it reached the city limits. Escape was nearing for the group.
In the driver and passenger seats were two grunts. One of them lit up a cigaret as he looked out his window as the driver rode on. In the back were crates of food, camping supplies, blankets and other things they collected over their stay in the zed zone. The other grunt, the driver, had blood stains on his shirt from a previous fight he'd been in. He thought little of what he had done the past few days and was now just concerned with reaching the end of the rode.
"Hey, there's something at the end of the road." the passenger grunt pointed out as the driver slowed from 70 to 55. Then as he approached what appeared to be three moving trucks spread out over the street, he slowed down even more. "Oh thank god." the passenger grunt said with relief in his voice. "It's agents."
The pickup truck came to a complete stop in front of the three trucks. Standing in the road were an ATP engineer and an agent who looked different from most agents. The agent wore a set of state trooper style sunglasses instead of the standard AAHW smith shades that agents had. He had on a black suit that was recently pressed and clean like his white dress shirt and burgundy tie that stayed wrapped around his neck. And unlike most people in Nevada, he had a full head of dark grey manhair. As for the ATP agent who stood beside him with a loaded G36, a long crack adorned the left side of his mask.
The driver opened his door, followed by his passenger, stepped out and pulled a Beretta 92F pistol out of the vehicle.
"Hello there." the agent said, extending his right hand out to the grunt as he shuffled forward, his gun pointed at the ground. "I'm agent William Sanderson, recruitment officer of the Agency Against Hank Wimbleton. I assume you came fr-"
"Shut your hole, Scum!" Sanderson stopped talking as the grunt got up in Sanderson's face. Sanderson said nothing and his engineer did nothing but stare on.
"Earl?" the other grunt asked. But before he could speak again, the grunt called Earl barked at him:
"This is all their fault!" the grunt took a look back at his partner and saw he had his H&K Mp5 in hand, shakily aimed at the ATP engineer who stood unmoving.
"Before you do anything you might regret," agent Sanderson said unusually relaxed for the situation "you might want to leave. We don't need to know what you did or who you were. Just hand over your guns and you can get in your truck and drive away." Earl raised his hand gun in defiance.
"You're not takin' my gun!" Sanderson cocked his head to the side, cracking his neck before straightening himself up again.
"Oh yeah?" the agent said in a taunting tone of voice. He could see the grunt before him hadn't had much exposure to the zeds and didn't have much common sense for that matter either. "Watch this." a gunshot rang through the air as a bullet ejected itself from a casing, through the barrel of the gun, and out into the air on a course to agent Sanderson's head.
But with amazing ease, Sanderson did two motions in one second. He shifted his head at amazing speed you would have thought he'd break his neck and dodged the bullet entirely. Then, brought his left hand around, grabbed the barrel of the gun, pushed it to the side, and with his right hand, gave one powerful punch to the guts stomach.
Earl let go of the gun and fell on his back, clenching his guts in pain from his opponent's blow. The agent wasn't the least bit tired. He took the pistol by the handle and opened up the left side of his coat just enough to slide the small gun into an internal pocket.
"Did you see that?" William asked his opponent. Earl responded by starting to cry in pain as blood slowly dripped out his mouth. "Exactly." The A.A.H.W. agent shifted his glance at the other grunt who stood hunched over, pointing his gun now at him. Sanderson stepped around the grunt on the ground who was still writhing in pain, and walked towards the other grunt.
The grunt looked down at his friend and saw blood dripping from his mouth. He looked back at Sanderson and immediately dropped his gun and raised his hands in the air. Sanderson got no more than a foot away from the man who was two seconds from pissing himself. The red tied agent lifted his left hand out and with his thumb and index finger, grasped the grunts cigaret then plucked it from his mouth.
"Give me your guns and your ammo." Sanderson said as he placed the cigarette in his mouth.