Chapter 145

“How do we go up, if we’re in here?” I point out, assuming he forgot the minor detail we’re underground, but he picks up a very heavy-duty looking radio device from the dash and waves it at me. “This is a very high-tech and expensive facility. They like remotes. Boy toys.” He presses a button in the center of the military green controller, and I almost have a heart attack when the entire platform shunts into motion, jerking us harshly, and lifts. We slowly start to raise and leave the bay level behind, not just this truck, but with all three on the whole floor. This is when my panic sets in, and nerves get the better of me as I realize our escape will probably go down in history as the worst attempt ever. It's louder than hell. Crunching, groaning, and echoing around us like crazy, probably scaring off all the wildlife above ground in a three-mile radius. I cover my ears, cringing, and recoiling into my seat, and have to resist the urge to shut my eyes in the hope this is a bad dream.