John stared in fear as a white haired wild eyed dude in a dirty white lab coat held Nate up by his hair.Nate was unconcious,and his shoes dangled 6 inches off the ground.This old geezer was one strong mad scientist.He was also very old 80 - 90.
"they wouldn't believe me ,but THEY have returned"
The old man dropped Nate and started trudging to the old abondoned industrial park.The one which used to be a secret laboratory complex for USAF robotic weapons research in the 1930's and 1940's.
Nate slowly regained conciousness
"huh,what happenned"
John helped him to his feet and they silently followed the old man
into the complex
The old man came around one corner of a building.When John and Nate got there the old man had vanished.Yet there was no obvious door he could have slipped into.
There was just a pile of rusty drums and lumber lying in the middle of a weedy parking lot.On a hunch,John ran to the junk pile and started looking around.nate joined him.They found it when they tipped over a grey drum.It was actually a hinged manhole cover with the drum welded on
They climed down the metal ladder into the darkness below.