My Chemical Ferard

The Mission.

The mission was simple: Collect the remains of a satellite that had crashed in the desert. Frank was glad to be able to do something other than stare hopelessly at blank walls, trying to forget everything and finally be a regular person. Maybe they would even let him be a draculoid soon. Him and the recovery team marched into the hot wind and began the 4 mike walk to the crash site. Flashbacks swirled into his head of the last time he was in this desert. He could practically hear the bloody cries of war. He shook his head and continued trudging forward. He carefully examined the rest of his team, trying to deem wether or not one of them was a traitor. It was automatic. Always paranoid someone would suddenly pull out a gun and start shooting at him. The leader of the group was a tall man( but then again everyone compared to Frank was tall) with dirty blond hair and a sharp jawline. Frank couldn't see his eyes due to the black sunglasses. He thought his name was something with an M. Michael? Mitch? Marvin?
Frank shook his head again. Not important. The man walking next to him was built like a brick wall, with very broad shoulders and slightly bulging muscles. He had bright blond hair that swept across his blue eyes. He wasn't one for sunglasses, he had said when he had been handed them. "Too tough" or something like that. Th third person of this team was Korse, a bald man with a funny purple coat he would never take off, not even in the blazing sun of the California desert. He held a gun close to him and kept taking long glances at Frank and the M guy. This had Frank of high alert but he also trusted Korse, seeing as he was the one to take down the Killjoys. Now all that was roaming the desert was pathetic knock offs. Just like he had been. Frank, again, wanted to punch himself in the face. He had been one of those pathetic knock offs of the real deal until BLi had saved him. It was Truly an honor to work side by side with Korse, seeing as he made legends out of the real Killjoys, but Frank wouldn't say anything, seeing as pride is a very illegal emotion. When the crash site finally came into view they all began to quicken their pace. When they reached it, they stated down in awe at the giant crater that held the broken metal pieces that were once a satellite.
"Don't look so shocked. These come down all the time once it's signal shuts off." Korse said gruffly.
Frank was aware of this because he knew that the satellites had an expiration date. Why? Well to Franks knowledge, satellites were no longer used as picture takers of the stars. That wouldn't make sense, there were no more stars. No, the satellites were top notch security cameras to watch over Battery City. Made out of recycled droids to make sure the people were safe at all times. Frank was proud he knew that. The others started to take out their equipment and Frank began to do the same. Just safety procedure mostly. Come, see if there's anything worth saving in the wreckage, then obliterate it. Frank slipped on his gasmask in case any toxic fumes were leaking out of it and he saw the others do the same. Korse had no need apperently.
"Alright, let's go down." M guy said. The bulky blond threw a cord down and motioned for Frank to begin climbing down the crater. Frank didn't complain. Frank attached himself to the cord and slowly made his way down. When he was about half wah he completely froze. Everyone, even Korse, stared shocked at the scene that was unraveling beneath them.
Something was moving.