The clouds above us started to fray and a sudden booming sound pierced my ears. As the dark figures came into visibility, the whirring sound got louder. Once the mist cleared, the two stealth helicopters had become visible, positioned on both sides of our van. Roberto and Pyez stepped out of the helicopter on the right, walking towards me shoulder to shoulder. They stopped twenty feet away from me and stepped once away from each other, to reveal, Escobido.

Escobido, a cruel figure, scars in several places, was dressed in black clothes, and glasses that read on the outside, “Keep calm and eat burritos”.

“You just don’t give up, do you?” he inquired.
“It’s a habit yeah.” I mocked.
“Before I kill you, let me introduce you to the newest addition to our crew.” he boomed.
Something cracked the ground behind me, as if a mini meteor had struck earth, the collision sent vibrations up my spine, and as I turned around I realized, I was facing the closest thing earthbound to a god. His arms were as thick as cannon barrels, the top of his head barren, and his jaw appeared primordial. He appeared to be homoerectus on steiroids. The crack in the ground was from him jumping from the helicopter.
Above me was the army of helicopters, as they were before. But I noticed something peculiar about the helicopters. When they moved or repositioned in the slightest form, they all moved as one, as one giant living organism, with lots of holes, like a giant thin slice of swiss cheese. Then I made the discovery that there is a supercomputer controlling all the helicopters. If we could find the computer or where it was mounted, we could get out of this.
Suddenly, my walkytalky started going off. It was the CIA. They were asking us to report our position. Escobido was still staring at me through his glasses.
“Tell them you are going off grid for a while… a long while Mr. Krasovic.  Welcome to your home country!” Escobido boomed.