We stopped at the end of the alleyway in a yard kind of thing. There was quite a few old beat up cars and scary construction things. It looked like part of a transformers set. I ran over to a rusty red sedan and shattered the glass.

"Okay" I muttered and got up underneath the steering wheel, tearing out a few wires and striking them togather experimentally. No luck. I just burnt my fingers.

"Alex! Find a screwdriver" i walked over to a chunky white coupe and broke into that.

Alex found a screwdriver and tossed it to me I sat down and crammed it into the key hole, twisting downward with a bunch of pressure. There was a cracked and the car started.

Alex shook his head.

"you can't drive a car, but you can hotwire it?"

I shook my head

"Silly Alex! Hotwiring was what I started on the red one. I broke the car itself to start this one!"

Alex just stared at me. I get that a lot.

'Ok, I started it, but your still the better driver" I smiled and we started to get in.

A bullet pinged off the metal of the car next to alexs head. We both whipped around.

Who stood before us? Why! None other than our old friend, Big And Bald!

(okay, quick note. I have nothing against bald guys. So this isnt meant to be offensive. In fact, for all you baldies readin this, KUDOS! I love bald. :D)

He had a gun. I believe it was an Famas F1. Frnch make. Holds either a 20 or 30 round magazine.

I ,of course, being a little smart ass that I am, did the first thing that came to mind.

"Sniper, no sniping! " I put my hand. Ah Dora! You do have a purpose!

He just glared at us.

Well. This is awkward.

I threw my shoe at his head dove for the car. Unfortunately, hes got mad shoe dodging skills. Like, George Bush Level.

However it was enough distraction for us to get in the car. Unfortunately, We were once agaion at the mercy of my driving. I hit the gas and we shot forward, almost flattening baldo.

Instead, he dodged aside and grabbed the car door as we sped past.

Real smart huh? Well, he probably ripped his arm off, but he succeded in tearing the door off too.

I laughed

"Did you see that alex! He tore the freakin door off!"

Then there was terrible grinding crunching noise. The car started to crumple from behind and slowly coming closer. One of the construction vehicles was a Markon Road mill. It goes across the ground and crushes concrete and destroys roads. It can also suck in and shred a person. This one was big enough to grind up the car.

"HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP!" I screamed. It was like my total worst nightmare. Because, and I rarely mention this, because its kinda stupid. It's one of my only fears But I'm absolutely terrified of construction vehicles. Like bulldozers and track hoes and all that crap. Why? Because if one ran me over, no one would notice and there would be splattered Emery all over the place!!! (this fear is real. But then, so is the rest of the story…. Except Alex)

I gripped the seat and froze. My worst nightmare was actually happening. A big scary construction monster was going to kill me. Alex shook me.

"Emery! Emery come on! We have to get out!"

Right. Escape. Again. I leaned out of the car and shot back just as the assault rifle peppered our car.

I peeked out. The Hairless wonder was standing there. Smiling. He was going to watch us die. If we tried to escape the Markon, he would cut us in half.

But as far I could tell, he only had one magazine.

It was risky, but we could probably get him to empty his weapon, forget the fact that we would still have to past him. I leaned out again and he fired, barely missing my head.

Only 12 bullets. We still had 17 more to get rid of. 15 if he was smart enough to leave two places empty. (If the entire magazine is full, it will probably jam)

"Alex. Jump out and in the car as fast as you can."

I stared behind us. We had maybe a minute.

"why?"

"Just do it!"

He did as I said, barely missing a spray of bullets. 10 left.

"Are you trying to kill me!?" he panted.

"No! im trying to empty his gun!"

"Into ME!"

We were inches away from going under the machine and being ground into hamburger meat by the horrible Markon Monster.

"Alex, on the count of 2 jump and run. Hes got ten bullets and cant shoot both of us. 1"

She seat crunched

"2!"

I dove out and rolled away, feeling bullets kick up the dust next to me. I jumped up, and dove behind a barrel. I looked up at the barrel. And smiled. A perfect hiding spot. Then I read it.

Of course!

I scrambled up and ran behind the Markon.

I was getting sooo sick of this mission.

Someone rolled behind the thing with me and I decked him.

"Oh! Sorry Alex!"

"I think YOU have hurt me more than anyone else this week" he said.

I shrugged.

"Sorry!"

He leaned up against the Markon.

"We have to go back"

I slapped him.

"What!? We just barely escaped that hellhole! I want to live to get my driver's license, thank you! Why on earth would we go back? Just call your friends at M-16 or whatever, let them solve it. I wanna go home!"

"We need to be there so M I 6 can find us and the place. We just have to get on the property so the GPS can show them where we are." Alex turned to look out behind the Markon.

"Fine" I growled. British boys are officially insane.

We were finally back on the road. Alex driving a "commandeered" Russian coupe and me riding shotgun with my shiny new Famas F1.

I've decided to spare you the details of what happens when a large man gets pulled into the world's biggest meat grinder.

About 5 miles from the estate, Alex turned onto a side road that wove through the woods and back behind the place. We had gone 4wheeling on it when we were considered guests.

No guards were on the road.

We parked the car and got out, staying in the shelter of the trees.

Alex was digging through his pockets.

There was a low but menacing growl behind us. I whipped around.

A huge black and tan German shepherd was crouched low, snarling at us. His handler held a gun and stood a few feet behind the dog. I knew that with one word from the man would have the dog tearing my throat out. I had a completely open shot, but I couldn't do it.

I would never, as long as I live, hurt a dog on purpose, especially not a dog that looks just like Rain and Achilles. This dog was just doing his job. I brought up the gun before the man knew what I was doing and shot him in the knee.

I also find it difficult to shoot a fellow dog lover, especially in front of the dog.

He screamed and fell, clutching his knee. For good measure I shot the other one. I would have liked to take his gun, but the dog stood guard over him.

We waited in the woods for a half hour when there was a burst of machine gun fire. An explosion. More machine gun. The chatter of automatic rifles.

I smiled.

I take back what I said about them being insane