The back doors swung open with a metallic clang. Cold air rushed in.
The two officers who hadn't said a word since, got down first.
"Out," one of them said, pointing his gun at those in the vehicle.
The pharmacists followed quickly, confused as to why they had stopped here.
Jenna stepped down after them, her shoes crunching lightly against gravel. And then she froze.
This… wasn't a station. There were no lights. No proper buildings. Just a stretch of empty land swallowed by darkness, broken only by two or three uncompleted structures standing like skeletons against the night sky.
The only light illuminating the area were the headlights from the vehicles.
"We're here. Move." The officer pushed the male pharmacist with the muzzle of his gun.
"But why? This is not the sta—" The male pharmacist protested, unwilling to move.
Bang.
The sound was deafening in the open space.
For a split second, no one processed it.
