You nearly lost your footing as the truck rumbled forward, its wheels catching for a moment in the gravel below from the weight of its new cargo. There had been six cargo trucks, but each one was carrying a full load of prisoners—the going would be slow, and a dark part of your mind despaired, wondering how the drivers planned to escape a horde of military vehicles.
It turns out you needn't have worried. General Rivera, your werewolf operative within the military who set up the mission, had sent twin helicopters to cover your escape. One by one the vehicles chasing you went up in flames, and before long there was nothing but the transport trucks on the road, rumbling through the New England wilderness.
You were free.
Sonoma's Camp