Chris sat back into his chair, Frontline rubbed the back of his head, it was still painful from when the table had flipped, there was a new table now, Chris had said, very firmly, that it was better quality.
Chris pulled a newspaper form under the table, it's headline was "Coffee Monster Captured" Chris threw the newspaper into the bin, suddenly the door was smashed in, Cade emerged from the splinters that were still showering down, Cade threw down the massive pile of papers on the table, the entire middle collapsed,
"Sorry about that, look." Cade pulled up a map, it was rough, and looked somewhat familiar,
"You should know that's the Arctic, anyway, there's a small galleon dating from around eighteen seventy six, it's carrying roughly twenty billion pounds worth of gold and jewels, nearly twelve countries claimed it, but instead it's a race, the first person to get the treasure keeps it."
"That's the good news, but it's got caught in a flow, if it carries on the course, it'll hit an old minefield dating back from the Ghostland plains war, every mine is live, the plans have been long lost, apparently on a iron clad destroyer, which blew up when it went left instead of right. In a week gold and jewels will be at the bottom of a minefield, and impossible to get our hands on, so the government has asked me to come to you!"
"Yea, sure I'll do it."
"Great! Then you'r departure is now! Pack you'r bags and get to you airship!"
Chris and Frontline, packing only a few things, got into the Jeep waiting outside,
"I never knew you worked with intelligence."
"That's because you don't."
"Oh right." Obviously Cade didn't want to stay on the subject.
They finally reached the airship, Sub-culture stood attentively, gaurding the airship.
"See you soon, hopefully." Said Cade
Roughly ten minutes later, Chris was looking over the side at the fields down below, Frontline gingerly walked up to him,
"You worried?" Frontline asked
"Well they did give us extra ammo, some bigger guns, bombs and grenades, I have a feeling it was a lot more easier said than done, I think the race may have a nasty side to it."
"A dirty race?"
"Well he never said that they'd be playing fair! And really, thousands of pounds, you aren't going to open the door for the opponent to get in, even if they are elderly!"