Dystopia description

It was an early morning once the car arrived. The polluted skyline was a murky grey as it hovered above the adamant power-station. Six guards stood on the frontal bridge before the imposing building and drew their cold, double barrelled weapons towards the car as it approached. It was an un-usual site to see a vehicle in this sector of the metropolis and as the car drew to a halt, two guards approached it suspiciously. The mysterious arrival,