Survivors

Chapter 2: Running

The convoy was rolling down the deserted highway, unmolested so far. After waking from his nap in the woods and rousing his agents, Henshaw had called in an armored truck, unable to find a helicopter that could lift the weight of the small spaceship. Three cranes were brought in and the reenforced moving truck had been towed by two larger trucks for extra power, over the rough landscape to the nearest road. Now at 6AM, after navigating small game trials and using heavy ordinances in places to clear the way, the Kryptonian vessel was in the back of the large DEO moving truck, heading South to California.

Henshaw had flown ahead, feeling like he had wasted enough time organizing recovery efforts and not enough time tracking the occupants of the craft. He also had several official complaints to be filed with General Lane, knowing nothing would come of them. Connolly's goons appeared to be untouchable. General Lane had told Henshaw that he spoke to the Secretary of the Navy and was informed that agents like Henshaw and those under him were easily replaceable, while operatives of Connolly's teams skill were not.

That left the large truck, an armored personnel carrier in the front and one in the back, moving quickly down the highway. The agents knew the longer this pod was out in the open, the longer they would be a target.

By 8 AM, two hours into the drive, the agents had begun to relax. This turned out to be a mistake but not one that made a difference. Relaxed or not, they couldn't have stopped the blur of black that rammed the lead truck off the road, so quickly the driver of the moving truck thought the carrier may have hit a roadside bomb.

The blur moved from the flaming piece of wreckage and rammed the following vehicle, slamming it the other side of the road.

The two men in the front seat of the carrier, panicked, unsure if they should stop and help their fellow agents, stop the vehicle and run or simply go faster. In the rearview mirror his traveling companion saw a man standing in the middle of the road behind him. A blonde haired man wearing a solid black suit.

"Hit the gas, faster, faster, faster. He is just standing there."

"He can catch us! Did you see how fast he moved?" the driver asked, hitting the gas regardless.

"What other..."

The passengers question was cut off when the driver screamed. A brunette in black dropped in the middle of the road, not budging an inch, giving him no time to stop. He should have felt her body under his truck. Instead the truck slammed into the equivalent of a concrete pillar at 72 miles an hour,wrapping itself around Astra.

Despite the seat belts being in place, both drivers were thrown forward, the bench seat breaking off it's support and both skulls cracking through the windshield.

Astra stepped back from the wreckage. In the short time she had been on Earth, her, Non and the other Kryptonians had worked very hard to master their abilities. She knew if she looked hard enough, she could see through objects. After the military abandoned Fort Rozz and left it in place they had returned, activated the systems as best as possible using the omegahedrons, and began monitoring the planet's capabilities. Using the Satellites around the planet, and Fort Rozz proximity alarm they had picked up another mechanical object, crashing to the Earth. By the time its location had been determined and Astra and Non left to investigate, it had been too late. They both watched from a distance as the pod had been loaded. Astra knew what it was immediately.

Ripping the back door off its hinges, she peered into the darkness seeing what she hoped to find. While two agents had been in the back on either side of the ship, one was still alive, barely. Both had been thrown against the front wall by the sudden stop, breaking one agent's neck immediately. The other appeared dazed and had a few broken bones in his leg and arm but otherwise appeared conscious.