The ride to the cabin was long, or at least, it seemed that way. In truth, I hadn't been to the Diamond Pack compound in years. But, although we were driving the same path, we weren't going there today. We passed by the airport and drove on I15 N, away from the city and into the desert. Soon, the bright, neon lights gave way to a desolate wasteland, marred with dismal peaks in the distance. It was a sharp contrast to the sensory overload of the city to which I had become so ...