Hundreds of motorcycle engines echoed across the abandoned mining roads while the convoy wound through the hills beneath a moonless sky and the sheer number of headlights cutting through the darkness made the entire valley glow like a river of fire.
Nobody spoke over the radios. Nobody joked and every rider understood they were crossing into a battlefield long before the first bullet was fired.
The abandoned mining complex slowly emerged from the darkness. Rusted conveyor belts stretched between crumbling structures. Collapsed buildings leaned against broken support beams. Old excavators sat abandoned beside flooded pits.
Towering cliffs overlooked every approach. Saint quietly studied the ridgelines through binoculars.
"I don't like this." Saint said and Roman slowed his motorcycle be
