“Heres what I’ve decided to do, my friend Zack here has taken you to the Russian Plains. Not a sign of civilization for miles. I’m gonna leave you here and see where you end up. But before I go, 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, 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 steroids. The crack in the ground was from him jumping from the helicopter 40 feet above.

“Meet Rifleto,” He said dramatically.

Suddenly, my walkie talkie started going off. It was the CIA. They were asking us to report our position. Escobido was still staring at me through his glasses. As the communication carried out, I felt a cold bead of sweat drip down my face, as Escobido slowly started to smirk.

“Tell them you are going off grid for a while… a long while…”
Escobido and his men climbed back in his helicopter.

Suddenly my head started pounding like a drum, harder and harder. The migraine was intensifying. I tried to stay on my feet, but my knees buckled. It felt like my brain was swelling up. I knew if I didn’t get to a doctor soon I would be a dead man. Suddenly the pain in my head dissipated, but as the migrate went, I felt a sharp needle penetrate my back. As I tried to turn around to see the man who saved my head from exploding but I was shoved to the ground. Stay down the man whispered. I smelled pickle juice and grilled cheese on his breath.