The three semi-trailer trucks rolled through the quiet eve of the countryside with a pair of Humvees leading and trailing respectively. It was a small escort but then again they were not expecting any trouble. The convoy was only carrying rations and parts after all, the only weapons were the ones the soldiers themselves were carrying. Even the drivers were unarmed. The run promised to be entirely routine and so the soldiers in the two Humvees barely paid attention to the rolling countryside. They were not entirely sleeping on the job however, the driver certainly needed to keep his eyes on the road. That was perhaps why the first warning the convoy had of trouble was the driver of the lead Humvee slamming down on the brakes even as he cursed. Not that it did much good as something slammed down on the hood of the Humvee and neatly flipped the vehicle up. More screams sounded but the vehicle did not flip over entirely. Instead very large fingers gripped the roof of the car and pushed it down over onto its side, leaving the only doors accessible atop while also neatly blocking the road.
