Shane had to know. He had to know why End of World Preppers Incorporated had surrounded one of its own buildings with construction grade lights, sandbags and barbed wire, soldiers with riot gear and specialized rifles, secret service men in suits and ear pieces, and a homemade smoke machine. What the hell had Shane gotten himself into? No one would tell him! That was the price for working with E.O.W. Prep and Max had warned him. E.O.W. Prep was the number one company to work for. They provided everything from emergency bug-out bags for the everyday consumer, to city-wide catastrophic response units, complete with training, advancement opportunities, and dental. So why were they surrounding one of their own offices? What was going on inside? Who were they trying to smoke out. Who were the survivors? Where did the ambulances take them? Shane had to know, but that meant stirring up some trouble.