Big Sky, United States highways. 30-year-old Pike Evans, a second-generation transportation driver, is in a three-year slump. With three things already gone bad this morning, luck has to change. Nearly getting clipped by a semi-tractor trailer is not the turnaround he hoped for.

Something’s not right.

The oversized teamster swerving ahead, and steering into the breakdown lane. Pike follows in his produce truck stopping behind the rig. Grabbing his phone off the dash, he approaches to see if the driver needs medical attention.

Government plate, no other markings. A slight mist rolling off the sides. He reaches for the handles pulling himself up to look inside. He calls, “You okay bud? You nearly hit me.” He sees the driver clutching his chest. Pike pulls the door open, and the man grabs him by the shirt with a free hand.

“These wheels must keep moving!” There's anger in his voice as he let’s go of Pike, holding his chest again. The driver incensed and desperate. “This is a National Emergency, kid. Less than a minute, the sky lights up brighter than the sun. Get in. We need to move this container, now!”