Rush glanced sideways to this young new addition to their team. Reno – had been picked from a few people who had wanted to join them. Thomas always looked for the best and most helpful additions. And so the choice had fallen on this one.
Quick thinker, from what he had heard able to fly a helicopter like only a few could, fearless and determined to help, could fight and follow orders – but had an awful mouth on him sometimes.
“Oh, you won’t. I just was about to tell you – this mission is for you specifically. We will try to get our hands on a chopper when we arrive there. Rumour has it there are several still working, but some scavengers claim them all for themselves, having stolen them from the local survivors. They offered one in return for helping them.”
Now it was Rush who smiled, as he let a hand fall onto Reno’s shoulder.
“Better get ready – and keep laughing, because if we fuck up, you better have a positive attitude out there or we get riddled with bullets faster than you’d like.”
bit of a lost cause on paper, the odds weren’t in their favours, the
highwaymen were notorious across the country, scavengers always found food in the wasteland and this gang was no different than vultures. it was different along the cost - there was more room, more surviving facilities to fall back on, more people to rally - what did a backwater hole have to offer?
but that was the draw, wasn’t it?
balking at the volunteering he’d had no part in, the ex-turk pulled a face before looking back to his own bag of gear, mentally checking off each item again and again as the train rumbled over its tracks.
‘ don’t have t’fly - get me a busted up bird and enough fuel and i’ll do the rest.
