Trailer: Sunglow
"Are we there yet?" The passenger groaned with a bottle of whiskey in hand.
"We just left the city a few hours ago," The driver responded.
"But are we there yet?" The passenger complained again.
"It's going to take us a few days to get to our destination," The driver answered annoyed.
"But why are we going there?" He said as he chugged down the rest of his drink.
"Because shut up," The driver replied angrily as he snatchs the bottle and throws it out of the window, "You're drunk, go to sleep."
The passenger squinted his eyes at the driver, tipsy from all the drinks he had that night.
"Well suck for you that I finish that bottle," He slurred and pulled out another drink from his pocket, taking a good swing at it.
The desert night was surprisingly cool for the driver. This was his first time driving this late at night, he didn't know that the desert could change this much and get this cold however the truck he drove was the same. He was driving the same eighteen wheeler with a big red shipping container in back but he didn't want to know what was in it. The driver could tell when the cargo wasn't any good. Especially when the cargo needed an escort of some group of guys he would never want to go against. His truck was surrounded with cars and motorcycles that blended well in the dark but kept their distance which didn't make him feel any better. Despite feeling uneased by the cargo and the escort, this as his company's first time with these customers and he wanted to leave a good impression.
The driver was starting to get dreary eyed and bobbed his head up and down. It didn't help that his colleague was passed out, hugging his half drunk bottle and slobbering saliva on the window. He needed to focus, so he looked at the stars in hoping that it'll keep him up. That's when he saw a red light arcing across the sky, he thought that it as a shooting star until it disappeared near the car in front of him. Suddenly the car flew into the air, leaving a bed of smoke and fire in the area it once was. The driver immediately stopped, a few feet away from the flames. His drunken colleague jumped in his seat, spilling what he had left in his bottle and stared at the dancing fire in front of him.
"What the fuck!" He yelled, fully alert with drool hanging from his mouth.
Then the trucks CB radio went off.
"We have a huntsmen," He shouted over the static, "Turn the truck around no-"
They weren't able to hear that last part because of an explosion behind them. The driver looked in his rear view mirrors to find another wall of flames covering the road behind them.
"God damn it!" The passenger shouted and pulled out his gun, "Stay here with the cargo!"
"Whats going on?" The driver demanded to know, "Why is there a huntsman? What's in the container?"
"Shut up and stay here!" The passenger shouted as he ran out the truck.
"What the fuck is going on!" The driver yelled at the top of his lungs.
In his mirrors he was able to see even more cars being detonated, the one with the mounted weapon were the first to go. The escorts quickly left their cars and took cover in the nearby rocks. Then the driver heard on the radio that there were multiple hunters surrounding them. The shots from every direction was probably the reason why they said that but they were all so silent and far away that it must be a bunch of snipers. However, the only things that were shot were arrows, dust filled ones. The dust arrows so far were either filled with fire to block off their path or electric, paralyzing those who ever struck by it.
The driver was immobilized in his seat, the only things he heard was the explosions outside and the constant cries and screams of those in the crossfire. He had no idea what to do. He wasn't apart of this so maybe the hunters will spare him. But what if they're not hunters and the second he steps out he'll get paralyzed like the rest of them or worse. He just didn't want to think about it and told himself to leave now but his body wasn't listening to him, it refused to move. Suddenly one of the escorts banged on his door, bloody and burn from the fight.
"What are you doing here? Get the fuck out of here!" He yelled before getting shot by a paralyzing arrow.
The driver's body listened to that command and reversed the truck, almost hitting some of the remaining escorts behind him. He drove away from the battlefield as fast as he could but the arrows just kepted out coming at him, flurry of arrows rained down at him at all directions. His windows were broken into but luckily he wasn't hit and the tires were popped one by one but the driver drove anyways, he desired to escape the area. Suddenly another arc of light that landed into front of his truck, this time a light blue one but he noticed the light to late and he couldn't avoid it.
"Oh shit!" He yelled and braced himself for what's to come.
When the truck went over the light, a gigantic glacier appeared trapping the truck and it's cargo in it's place. The driver's airbag almost suffocated him but he was grateful that it protected him from the impact at least. He was surprised that he didn't explode and was incredibly relieved. The driver's door was blocked by the ice but he was able to crawl out of the window and slide down the glacier, leaving the truck. The gunfire and sounds in the distance was gone, meaning that it was over or he far away from it.
"I survived!" He cheered smiling, staring at the night sky with misty eyes.
Then he was shot by a paralyzing arrow, knocking him out on the road.
A young girl walked towards the frozen truck with her long dirty blond hair nearly dragging on the floor. She wore black knee sock with her cream yellow dress and a red neck ribbon to match. Her freckled face and bright blue eyes wondered around the area, searching for anything abnormal.
"Travis's semblance would be really helpful right now but it looks like no ones here."
"Karina do you copy?"
"I'm here, I'm here," Karina answered into her headset.
"Your suppose to say copy."
"And paste," She snickered.
Her headset went silent for a moment.
"Alright I copy," She sighed.
"Good," The person spoke obviously frustrated. "How did the mission go? Where is the driver? Is the the cargo secured?"
"The mission was fine, the driver is taking a dirt nap, and the cargo is in a glacier." She said it like it was a common thing.
Again her headset was quiet.
"Copy?" Karina said confused.
The person groaned.
"Is the mission done?"
"Mission is accomplished!" Karina stated proudly.
"Good...Are you prepared for next mission?" The person asked but their voice was different, more concerned.
"Yeah," Karina replied but her tone was more calm, "My team will be with me this time."
Then she opened to cargo doors revealing faunus prisoners, men, women, and some children. They all gazed at Karina with fear. Even though she was a teenage girl, her gigantic crossbow strapped to her back unsettled them. She smiled at group and threw her weapon aside.
"Your free," She announced and moved to the side.
