Cascade Warriors

Each step up the ridge, was a struggle against nature's wrath; the howling squalls and blowing snow seemed to be conspiring against the trio of government operators. This extreme, turbulent weather was posing a formidable adversary for the trio of government agents. Undeterred, the men pressed forward, navigating through the wet snow and the rugged terrain as they climbed towards the ancient hunting cabin.
The storm was raging on, and nightfall was closing in on them quickly! Special Agent Anderson, moving alongside his teammates, was well aware that they were making slow progress in this damn blizzard. Anderson's legs were ablaze with the searing ache of the abuse of his overused muscles. But the agents pushed on, showing an unyielding defiance against the punishment of the storm; they continued their ascent up the treacherous rocky ridge.
When the others had headed out into the forest and he could no longer see them, Chester started to put together his diversion. Raising his right leg up like he was taking a giant step, Chester dropped his foot down fast and hard on an old kitchen chair, the chair splinting as it flew apart into several pieces. Chester, grabbing up the pieces of the broken chair, started to stuff them into the kitchen's old, cracked, and rusted enamel sink.
Pulling his BIC lighter from his pocket, Chester lit fire to the old wooden busted-up chair he had just stacked into the enamel sink. Placing a couple more of those old kitchen chairs on top of the fire, the flames rose higher as they found more fuel to ignite. With an explosive fire starting to spread, the hellish fire was licking up the back wall, its hunger roaring. Chester stepped out through the cabin door into the swirling snowstorm, disappearing into the dark, stormy forest.