The Boy from the Bunker - Season 8

Episode One, Part 3:

Episode One, Part 3:
The Invaders

Most of my boys are with me, some are still out seeking glory.
And some, I had to leave behind; my brother, I'm so sorry. 

The water circled Sol's feet as she reached the staircase and began her ascent to the ground, her people walking right behind her. It was night, but the brightness of the moon seemed overwhelming as it hit her - so much more vibrant than the dim, sometimes flickering lights inside the Bunker - and she scanned her eyes around her surroundings in anticipation of who would be waiting.

There was still a lot of water around, but the entrance to the Bunker was on a higher level of ground which meant that there wasn't enough to drain inside and flood all the furniture and hallways they had just been pulled out of. It only managed to rise above their toes, soaking through the bases of their worn-out shoes and drenching into their mismatched socks.

Trying not to let the water distract her, Sol looked around, eager to make sense of who the people were that had suddenly invaded their home.

There were a group of guards crowded around and waiting for them - each wearing a mask identical to the one the person had been wearing as they entered the Bunker; each of them holding tight to a weapon that was secured at their sides as they made their way around Sol and her friends, quick to remove them of any blades of pistols they had possession of.

"Follow me onto the Ouranos," one of the outside guards ordered, latching onto Sol's upper arm and tugging her into the direction of the airship. Sol grunted her refusal, snapping herself free from the man's hold, but continuing to follow at her own pace - for the sake of not landing everyone else in trouble.

They walked around the cave that concealed the Bunker's entrance, everyone's eyes widening at the sight of the dark and eery plane that was waiting to transport them.

"Where the hell are you taking us?" Sol spat, suddenly seeming to think that not attacking the masked intruder in the Bunker had been the wrong decision.

"Back to our ship," the guard answered. "The ground is still uninhabitable here."

"We're not getting on there. Not until we know who you are and what exactly it is that you want with us-"

Sol's resistance was cut short at the sound a gun cocking behind her. She turned around, quick to locate which one of her people was in danger, terrified to see Wynn being held in a chokehold with a gun pressed against his forehead.

"Wy-" She tried to mumble out his name, but fear had momentarily stolen her voice.

"Do what they say," Wynn managed the words out, struggling to speak with his throat held so tightly.

"But Dreea and Chess and everyone else in the second b-"

"We'll figure it out," Wynn argued. "Go!"

Biting back all of her instincts, Sol climbed onto the Ouranos and immediately grabbed onto Atlantis as she followed inside, determined to keep her safe as everyone else was loaded onside. Wynn was the last person to board and was bitterly shoved out of the chokehold, stumbling inside as the door to the ship closed behind him.

"Are you okay?" Sol asked, pulling herself and Atlantis close towards him, determined to get an answer soon about what they were going to do about the rest of their people in the second bunker.

Wynn nodded, rubbing his neck sorely. "Once we figure out where they're taking us, then we figure out how to get the others out. But if it's not safe, then we don't mention Atlantis' bunker to them."