Agentium

The agents drove fast, towards the archeological site as the vans and trucks followed close behind the main armored group. Considering the apocalypse that was on the streets because of the arrival, they would need to take safety precautions. The traffic lights were inoperable due to the power outages so there were no rules about how much space you needed to give other vehicles. It meant that anyone who got too close could be hit by flying metal debris or even a truck if it "lost control". With this kind of chaos, the agents had decided to stay in large groups for protection. In addition, the armored cars and trucks had heavy turrets attached to them which would help defend against any attacks from above, while a C-130 provided air cover.

"I hope we get this over with quickly," said Agent Smith on the radio, "and then I can go home, over." He didn't like this kind of black ops work. He preferred to stay at his office most days and just do paperwork. But he had been placed into this team because he was good at what he did, and now he was ready to prove himself to the New Order.

"I'm sure it will be resolved quickly, but these motherfuckers from Europe scare me. Over." replied Agent Johnson. His job wasn't quite as dangerous as Smith's today, but he still knew that any mistake could cost him his life.

They reached the site and parked their vehicles next to each other. The group was already wearing full body armor so they wouldn't have to change when they entered the parking lot. It looked like the security booth had been hit by rifle rounds. There were two bullet holes in the glass where a single outsourced guard had tried to hold them off until backup arrived. And unfortunately he had passed away, as his neck and heart had been hit squarely, presumably by hollow-point bullets from a heavy **** rifle.

"This is bad and this place is a fucking mess, a fucking No Man's Land. Several felonies right here." said Agent Smith with his forehead sweating a little; as he surveyed the body on the ground.

"Just remember, don't let anyone see your face here. No one." said Agent Johnson.

Smith nodded and hurried into the building with Agent Johnson following. Both agents were carrying submachine guns with lasers for their own personal protection, since it would have been suicide to go with a lighter gun. It had been a while since explosives expert Smith had last used night vision goggles but he was glad that they'd brought them along. He knew how easily things could get out of hand when there wasn't any light.

"OK, we're inside," said Agent Smith while opening the first rusty door. "Let's move!"

Agent Johnson, Smith, and four others went down the strange cave, carrying explosives and other necessary tools in order to make an explosive breach through the walls. The air was hot and wet, which made it harder to breath and made the men sweat profusely. They stayed low to the ground and covered each other as they moved forward. There were many stalactites hanging from the ceiling, most of them about a few feet long. It reminded Agent Johnson of caves he had been in before, except this one seemed much older than any of those caves.

"There are people up ahead; I just received word that Claire's DNA was found in the security booth and I have three signs of heart activity behind that wall. Hostiles Inbound. " said Agent Johnson.

"Roger that." said Smith, "they must know we're coming."

"You heard him," said Agent Johnson. "Watch your six!"

"Yes sir! Watch my six." said Agent Smith as he raised his rifle and prepared to place explosives on a wall....