Tom knelt down behind his own tower and looked through the scope of the hunting rifle. The sun and heat made it hard to aim, but he could count maybe fifteen or so motorcycles coming down the highway towards them. "Looks like our friends are back to finish us off."

Tom took aim but waited. With any luck, they would drive by them.

A few moments later, a spray of bullets showered their little area.

Brooke pressed her back tightly to the solar tower as bits and ...