Molly immediately grabbed her brother's shoulder and tried pulling him away, to no avail. "Are you stupid!? We gotta run!" She pulled and pulled, thrashing her body with every tug, but her little arms were not enough to move her elder sibling.

	From atop the boat, five people dropped down into the sand as if it were nothing, flinging shards across the beach with each landing.

	The first was the helmsman, a giant of a man with glistening black armor that hugged his rounded figure. He wore a pair of high-tech goggles and a gas mask to hide his face, and had swirly black hair, held high in a spiked pompadour. His lanky arms hung low, bare to the wind, with a pair of black gloves covering each hand.

	The second man stood just over 6 feet tall and had a giant rifle slung around his shoulder at a 40 degree angle. Its golden nozzle hovered a few inches above the sand. He wore a pair of shorts, a green vest, and a blue neckerchief around his forehead that held his short blonde hair up and away from his eyes. For a sniper, he looked pretty burly, with a bulging upper body. His thin, almost atrophied legs told another story. With such a peculiar build, it was a wonder he could stand up straight at all.

	The third person's face attracted the eye faster than the rest. A woman. Possibly in her twenties. Maybe thirties? It was hard to think and look at her without stumbling over your thoughts. Especially since she wasn't wearing any clothes. Thankfully, her slender form was entirely obscured by clouds of pink smoke that stuck to her like cotton candy. She smiled ear to ear with a V-shaped mouth, and stared at the children with malice lacing the thin slits of her eyelids.

	The fourth didn't even look like a man at all. He stood at least 7 feet tall. A cloak hid his entire body in segmented strips of green and black fabric. The shape of his face though... It was peculiar. Almost like that of a snake's. The edge of his mouth bore scars that wrapped nearly all the way around to the back of his head, and his pupils were slits in their sockets.

	At the center of the crew members, their Captain stood taller than the rest. A beanpole of a woman. Thinner than Molly, and taller than her clunky, extra-wide friend. Her hair clung close to her face and torso, flicking off of her body with tiny curls near the middle of her waist. She wore a black dress with a split down the side of her left leg that clung to her figure. 

	The five of them looked down at Molly and Shane, but didn't say a word.