DowrickDesign

The thrusters kicked in, the rear compartment violently shook. Bodies haphazardly were torn from the seats and into the walls and each other. The handlers stood frozen and passive as the turbulence wreaked havoc; a few relished the idea that the scum of man, killers and traitors, the so-called tough can be thrown like rag-dolls. Hydraulics and lights came to life and the rear embarkation ramp slowly lowered. Red lumin-globes flickered to green and the smell of fear wafted through the compartment as the handlers began forcefully pushing the scum of man to hell below. 'Welcome to Arkham' one of the handlers said as he shoved his fist into the f