June 11
0230 hours
Virgina Highway Route 172.

"What's our plan of action?" Jawaharlal O'shea asked.
"To find the headquarters of the new SPYDER. And take them down."Erica replied.
"How do we do that?" I asked.
"Simple. When we were being escorted by Bjorn Turok at the end of the Emperor mission, I palmed a tracking device on Murray. That old hag wouldn't be able to find it, and I knew he'd break out of prison again to come up with a sinister scheme, so I enhanced the device. Currently, it says he's in the new SPYDER headquarters. Just 3 miles from here." As Alexander carried us in a black Sedan across Highway 172, Me, Erica, Jawa, and Mike discussed possible plans of action.
Erica feigned that we go straight there and bomb the place, and immediately capture the agents. Mike suggested that we go on a stealth mission and interrogate the bailed out members. Jawa thought we just stop Murray Hill, then go back. Everyone seemed to agree with Mike's idea, and, to my surprise, Erica did as well. On the way there I was the only one noticing the ground was rumbling. Erica, instincts kicking in noticed it a little later. Alexander, of course, noticed it last because he was flying through the windshield. I screamed, Mike cursed, and Erica and Jawa leapt into action. The ground has exploded. The car flipped over and my friends toppled this way and that over one another. I slipped, screamed again and slammed my nose into the dashboard. It hurt and relatively felt as though someone kicked me in the face and dragged me across a ring of knives. My nose bled immensely, but I wiped it away, ignored it, and sprung into action as well. I climbed out the front where the windshield was broken, and Erica screamed just as the Sedan toppled over the remains of the highway, and into a river below. I screamed yet again, just as my voice cracked, and saw that a good chunk of Highway 172 was missing. Apparently, itd been shot from a distance, half of it fell into the river below, along with the sedan. Cars stopped in their tracks and tried to swerve around the wreckage. Wires and metal adapters that held the highway together jutted out from the broken sides. I then saw a cannon being unriveted my way.

Murray Hill was behind it.