The Duo of Incident.

Chapter 7 : Encapsulate glory

"Very well, however, do either of you know how to operate a manual transmission motorcycle?" Asks the  researcher,  Joe looks over at Guy " Do you ? " Guy pauses for a second, then responds looking back at the researcher through his thick plastic viser " Uhh, I rode a couple, growing up. . . Gol' it's been years at least. . ." all four men in the room were quite. Guy turned his body to look back at Joe, then turned back, towards the researcher and Commander , the rubber of the DemRon squeaking slightly.

" Well, I suppose it will have to do then Guy. . . Joe? No experience? " Asks the researcher . Joe responds " N-no, never have rode one. . . or been on one. . . Sorry . . ."  Joe went to itch his face but when his glove hit his ventilator he flinched and lowered his hand. " This will have to do, Guy , being you have the most experience, you will operate, Joe, you will ride sidecar." Says Commander Shall. 

Another pause.

"Well, you two better grab any remaining gear, and get ready. " States the Commander. Joe and Guy walk towards the table where the FN-C1's still laid, while they changed into the suites,  the rifles were equipped with dark leather slings, that looped over the shoulder, and could clip onto a leather belt, that would hold the man's allotted four magazines. Joe grabbed his which was on the left side of the table, and Guy's the right. "Can we load the magazines in now?" Joe asks the Commander , the Commander nods and replies " Yes, don't chamber until the door is being opened please. "

Both men slipped and clicked the magazines into the bottoms of the rifles, Guy initially put his in backwards, but fixed this issue when Joe merely replied " No " pointing at the magazine. Both of the men slung their metal weapons over their masked faces, and settled them against their backs, taking mind to the position of their ammunition belts, adjusting them for comfortability. Both men walked back towards the sand colored bike, and the researcher had now seated himself in the small office room on the far righthand corner of the storage depot, sitting in front of a control board.

Guy and Joe stood now before the Commander, looking for his response. " Men, you are not given a task that we have faith of your survival in, your task is that of risk, and experimentation to find what exactly is happening out there, so that we might someday, maybe even soon, leave this silo and try to establish order out there. . . Try to make a new place to call our home. . . What has happened , what you two may have created, is that of the past, and in order to better excell in our now slatted world, we all must move on and find out what cards we have been dealt out there. . . I can not state I forgive either of you, I can not say I do not fear of what has become, But, I can say one thing . . . Good luck out there men. "

Joe and Guy did not speak, they stood and listened, then, walked for the bike. Guy settled into the seat controlling the vehicle, and Joe sits beside him, his rifle to his right now. Both men slide a round into their rifles, and flick their safeties off. After this the researcher comes on the loudspeaker from inside the office, from behind its glass windows " Are we ready to open the doors, Commander?" the Commander shouts back " Okay, open them up! " as he steps aside from the direct path of the motorcycles muffler as Guy starts the bikes engine, jolting the bike and roaring the engine, as the muffle popped exhaust out like a gunshot, then barks chopping exhausts.

The red light above the large sliding metal storage depot door rotates and the warning sound flicks on, as light of a bright , yellow morning beams through the sliding crack, spilling itself onto the floor, illuminating the men's bodies upon the bike, as Guy blocks the sun's rays with his gloved hand for a moment as the door slides further right. Guy looks at the Commander , the Commander nods. Guy solutes him, and the bike begins to accelerate out of the depot, as the light grows even larger, until the men are completely encased in it's vast glowing, and the wind hissed itself against the man's ears. 

The  doors shut slowly behind them, sliding, until they have closed the silo once more from the outside world. Guy revs the engine a little more, than a little more, flying through the radioactive air, laughing alongside Joe " WHOO HOO YEE HAAAAA! " Joe shouts under the bikes roaring engine and the wind's yelling. Joe and Guy speed away from that entrance like a bullet, nearing the turn onto Trans-Canada 12, as Guy has to slide on the brakes jerking the men forward as he clutches and slides the motorcycle onto Trans-way.

Joe looks behind himself in the sidecar and see's something , a bowl of dusty , burned,  astrue buildings, cars, towers and trees, twistings of charred metal and cinder blocks , all as if what the valley inclosed was sweeped towards them. . . ValleyCliffe falling of sight as they cruze, Joe's stomach sinks for a moment, detaching him from his speeding through the wind, his rifle laying next to him.

The Trans-way was littered with various cars, and Guy had to suddenly slow again as he weaves between trucks, town cars, school buses, Guy and Joe look inside some cars, most of them were caught aflame, most of them mangled and thrown off the road, flipped upside down, shoved into the charring dirt. Joe is able to peek into truck that laid slanted off the road, before Guy weaves the bike again, Joe sees a deformed figure leaning against the melted steering wheel, but only for a second.

Before to long, the two men were no longer within vicinity of the wrecked cars, at least not in vicinity of the majority of the vehicles that could not make it far enough to be hurdled by the blast. Almost all these vehicles had the doors open, sometimes one door, sometimes all four. Guy continued to breath through his mask, as he maneuvered this speeding vehicle around the Transways vehicles.

Joe and Guy approach an area of the Trans-Canada 12 that curves near a heightened hill, there is a very small tree atop the highest ridge of the hill. Joe looks closer at the very small tree, the very small tree falls to the ground, Joe raised his concern, just about 4 seconds after the tree had fallen, and Joe went for his rifle, the small tree flashed, and the front tire of the bike had smacked into the pavement causing  the men launched out of the bike onto the asphalt, tumbling and rolling, flipping and flying.

Joe whacks his mask into the back bumper of a truck, throwing his body along into the truck. Guy skids along the road, before the bike flips over him, smashing itself into a car, Guy rolling near it as his body finally loses it's momentum.

Guy fades from his consensuses as he sees the very small tree run down the hill.