The vehicle came flying out of the underground tunnel flying like a bat out of hell, smack into another furious storm. Visibility was horrendous. Debris was flying about them with winds howling more than 70 miles an hour. The vehicle remained undeterred however; with wheels spiked and the front equipped with razor like teeth, both demolishing everything in its path. Bayja, Alex and Brooks sat glued to their seats, barely breathing, eyes wide open looking but they couldn’t see a thing. The sky was as black as the terrain and all they could think and pray was they would make it out alive and intact. For more than two hours, the vehicle battled the elements with its lights barely glowing in the dark. Suddenly the vehicle increased its speed and barreled face first down what appeared to be a deep gorge.