Robert gets a bunch of vacant looks in response to his question. It is then he realizes that no one from the group just rescued is in the back of the MRAP.

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As Joint put the MRAP in gear and drives back to the other range Rob climbs back up the turret.

Joint, Rob and Luke all notice that the cargo truck follows for a bit  and then turns left and starts driving down a dry creek bed. Anybody int he back of the MRAP that looks out the small side windows can see this too.

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The MRAP doesn't have any Zombies following it as it approaches the other range. Upon reaching the other range Joint stops in front of the same building the short gunfight had occurred in. A pair of dogs (domesticated breeds) come running out of the building, one with human entrails in it's mouth, the other with a human arm in it's mouth.....

The dogs run off to the west and disappear behind a stack of tires on the far end of the range.

"Now that Arani, that was a pretty slick plan there, everything seems pretty quite over here.  Hey Luke you mind takin the wheel, I am gonna replace Rob on the gun so he can get patched up.  Or if you want some fresh air you can have a go at it.  Now is a good a time to get Jonathan and them both squared away."

Joint was real pleased that at least someone came up with a good plan, well truth be told all in all they were all good idea's they just needed to hammer out the kinks in the group.  I mean how smooth was it gonna be. Joint look deep in thought which he was sure probably looked like it didn't take much.

OCC: Joint is cool either taking the gun or staying in the driver seat, just wanna get the boys patched up

Rob climbs out of the turret to make room for Joint.

"Hey Doc go ahead and start on Jon first if ya don't mind. Luke come on up top here I am going to give you and Joint the rundown on this bitch."

Rob proceeds to do just that giving a brief overview of the how the machinegun operates and how to properly shoot it. Afterwards he leans in for privacy and says to Luke and Joint.

"I think im gonna go back in that shed and check those dead guys pockets. Not sure if anybody did that. I was too amped up on pain and adrenaline to think about it at the time. There are a couple of dirtbikes stashed around here and just being honest with ya'll if I hadn't gotten clipped in the wing I would be riding one of them bitches into the sunset already. I heard what you were saying back there Joint and it made a lot of fuckin sense to me. I did what my court appointed shrink said and tried to see things from your point of view and now I want you to try and see them from mine. I tried to do that with Laney but that bitch is crazy. Don't get me wrong the rest of ya ain't far off.

You chewed her ass and rightfully so for making stupid decisions and trying to play hero. But ya'll still think assaulting the Hoover Damn is a good idea. An unknown enemy entrenched in a fortified, easily defendable position that already took out a group of professional soldiers. Those motherfuckers are so comfy they are sending out shitheels like the guys we greased to gather up bitches to fuck. It's just not a good idea just like Laney playing hero right now is a bad idea. But because you gave your word or you got a hard on for the idea of honor, I mean its great you feel that way. But for me personally I gotta say fuck all that horse shit. Maybe that makes me a pussy or a coward but in this world I dont have to give a shit about that anymore. I've been surviving monsters my entire life but still having to try and survive in society. Now society is gone and I can focus on just surviving. The shit this group is doin ain't really my idea of an effective survival strategy.

 I plan on heading out with that other group and figuring out how to exploit them for whatever I can and then move on. Once I get back to West Texas and my family place I will have a remote, defensible homestead with good hunting and spring fed stocked ponds. Even though the government auctioned off all our belongings the wind turbines and solar panels are part of the property so it is completely off grid. There are also weapons, ammo and supplies cached all over the property. So yeah I lied to the nice military man but im not getting my guts blown out for him. I'm going home. I just wanted to give you two a heads up because I know ya'll got some sense. I'll listen to whatever bitching and moaning the others feel up to but I ain't gonna let anyone stop me from leaving."
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OOC: Ypu guys are not in combat so please post as much ch as you want.

In reply to Robert E. Lee Jessup (msg # 87):

Joint listened quietly without interruption, only letting out a small chuckle when Rob called Laney  a crazy bitch.  Once Rob was done Joint leans back, a slightly contemplative look on his face, his hand coming up to scratch an itch on his cheek.

"Shit Rob, I get it man, we all can tell you have been in the shit before in whatever capacity and we don't need to know.  Your business is your business and how you wanna handle it is not up to us.  But like you said I am not to far off from being crazy myself, I gotta keep my word to the Major.

I tell you what though, you made some solid points there about the Dam and your right we would be walking into a slaughter house no doubt.  You come up with some kinda way to breach it safer then an open assault and keep yourself outta the plan and I will execute it and do what I promised and the others gave there word on.  Hell we all could bounce, out the Major even said as much that he half expected us to not do it.  Either way though you want out I won't stop you and I will make sure no one else stops you either.

So since you have that busted wing I will go with you and check out this little building and if we find these dirt bikes strap them to this MRAP.  Shit I will fix that bike up real nice for yeah."

Joint had a big grin on his face, this Rob guy might be a nut job, but he was a nut job that was gonna survive.

Although they were away from the action the sound of semi auto fire was unmistakable, Joint had heard it enough on the base and pre zombie shit storm.

"Son of bitch, they come up with a great plan and then just start freakin shooting everything.  Like what the hell is the problem with these people.  Doc you better get these boys squared away ASAP, we might be engaging right away and Robbi boy here wants to do some real quick bike shopping."

Joint will check his gear make sure things are squared away, if Rob wants a dirt bike he will try to help Rob get a dirt bike.
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Climbing down and making his way to the shed to check the pockets of the men he thinks about the things joint said. He will also keep an eye out for the dirt bikes.

"Thanks, hopefully they stashed the bikes close."

In reply to Robert E. Lee Jessup (msg # 91):

One of the rescued women speak up about Rob's inquiry. "The two dirt bikes are behind the buidin' we was in."

OOC: As Joint has mentioned IC, there is sporadic gunfire coming from the other range.
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"Sounds like the rescue is underway."

Rob pauses before going back in the shed. The chaotic scene from earlier plays out in his head and he suddenly doesn't really wanna see the dead men's faces again. If he were alone he would just blow it off but with Joint there he takes a steadying breath and enters the shed with his pistol out and ready just in case. He will more thoroughly search the men's bodies rifling through pockets etc. After that he will go to where the ladies mentioned the dirt bike would be and stage it to be ready to move if things go according to plan. By the sounds of gunfire in the distance that may not be the case.

Luke looks around nervously, hoping this shit gets easier... or smoother at the very least. "Wonder how they recruit members." he says absent mindedly.

J.P heads to the other building pistol in hand to see if it is obviously open, or has been looted. He tries to stay silent and unseen if possible.

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Rob doesn't find anything special on the dead guys other thne the fact that a pair of dogs (the ones that ran off) were apparent gnawing on them. The dude that almost had Rob with the shotgun is missing his left arm, and the dude that had the Uzi has had his guts ripped out. The shed is starting to smell bad.

As Rob checks the bodies he finds the following:

• Dude missing arm: Reading glasses in hardened case, and single key on a key ring painted orange.
• Uzi guy: A Strawberry Fanta soda can, and single key on a key ring painted yellow.
• Dude who had the M-16: A set of keys that match the model/make of the blue truck outside.

Rob then walks behind the building to get a look at the aforementioned dirt bikes. Sure enough there are a pair of KTM 450 SX-F dirt bikes. One is orange (like the below picture), and the other is yellow (same as the bike pictured, but replace the orange with yellow).

Both bike are in pretty decent shape, and each a little under a half a tank of gas. The only thing missing are the ignition keys.

OOC: I gotta say holy shit when PB lists a real life dirt bike in the book! Stats are on page 124.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/...ile:KTM_450_SX-F.tif

Jon finds the door to the other building locked. Looking inside a window, he finds it to be similar to the other one where the gunfight occurred.

In reply to Robert E. Lee Jessup (msg # 93):

Joints lips tighten at Robs comment's about the gun battle in the distance. As always though he forced himself to keep focused on the task at hand.  While Rob checked the bodies again and came away with some keys, Joint kept watch.  Rob's wing was wounded and was patched but a busted wing was a busted wing.  The sight of the bikes was nice, it wasn't a wasted trip or exploration.

"Well there yeah have it Rob step one in your master plan to get the hell away.  Let's get these strapped on to the MRAP and see what the Brit found."

Luke will help load the bikes up.

Joint finds four military style cargo straps, each of which are 5 feet long. With Joint doing the heavy lifting and Luke doing the strapping the two strap a bike to each side of the MRAP.

Rob drinks the soda and pockets the reading glasses and keys. He helps load the bikes with his good arm. "Got keys to these two bikes and that truck over there. Might be able to trade somebody in that other group for something." Once the bike is strapped on Rob says to Isabelle, "Hey doc can you check out my arm it is throbbing like a bitch? Um... please ma'am."

Anybody who checks out the blue truck (after getting the keys from Rob) will face me it as the same vehicle that had the CB radio in it. The truck is also pretty much out of gas (the needle is on E).

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 102):

On the way back from the second building J.P checks out the pick up truck, noting down the freq that the CB radio is tuned to. He then makes his way back to the APC asking Rob if he wants a hand if he is going to have a closer look at the truck.

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With Rob getting his armed looked at by the women Isabella and the Brit coming back from whatever the hell he was doing, Joint scans the area and hopes back in shooing Luke outta the driver side.

"I just wanna get patched up. This whole place is a bust."

Rob seems almost indifferent to the pain in his arm as it is being treated. Only giving a slight grimace every so often and even that goes away when his eyes adopt a distant blank glare.

"This whole place is a bust! A motherfuckin bust! We gotta clear everything out, the guns, the product, all the equipment. Anything we can flip into green.  Those faggot ass commies think they can come at me with some hate crime bullshit. They think they can fuck me!" 

Rob looked around the room and calculated his odds. There were three other members of the Aryan Brotherhood of Texas present. Rob knew for sure two of them were killers including his father who was also an officer in the ABT. He was just a stupid sixteen year old but he figured if he could get the drop on them he could take two down before the shootout started. Honestly he was feeling a little suicidal anyway. His grandfathers entire Ranch and veterinary practice were all just auctioned off after he died owing a massive amount of back taxes. Now his psychopath father has just squandered his last chance of any inheritance by trying to play Scarface. His other grandfather built the home place back in the 70's and it was a preppers paradise. That was grandpas intent after returning from Vietnam.

"What about the kid?"

One of the brothers asked motioning to Rob sitting on the couch. Shawn was his name and Rob remembered he had been considerate of him in the past as well. His only swastika is easily coverable and no neck bolts. The guy is probably a narc Rob thinks when his dads reply breaks his line of thought.

"Fuck him he ain't my problem."

That decided it. Rob stood up and walked towards the bathroom and the .357 revolver he knew was stashed in there. That is when the flash bang went off.

Rob snaps out of it and looks down at his freshly wrapped arm. With a nod of thanks to Isabel he climbs back up onto the MRAP.

Luke moves over, "Wonder what grand plan they'll come up with next buddy." He felt that he had bonded with Joint somewhat, at least they weren't trying to kill each other anymore. So that was something.

'Let's get this motherfucker rollin before that stupid bitch gets everybody killed'

Rob yells and bangs the side of the MRAP.

In reply to Robert E. Lee Jessup (msg # 107):

Rob wrapping on the side of the MRAP snapped Joint back to, holy shit did he ever space out into never neverland.  The high of the last couple days must be wearing off and that was gonna get him or others killed.  Giving Rob a thumbs up and checking all the indicators to make sure everything was cool with the vehicle Joint slaps it into drive and pulls around and forward slowly.

"Hey Luke mind just picking up the mic, press the button give it a second and then let our dark princess know that all is good on our end and we copy her message.  We will rendezvous with them and drive either behind them as cover."

 Joint sigh's deeply

"And let her know I tip my hat to her and the rest for getting those people out safely."


Joint's faced pinched slightly saying those words, but now they had to or were not to late to keep their word to soldier boy.

Luke hears from the others and is told to wait as they are on their way.

About 10 minutes later the 5 ton arrives. The back is pretty full of people. All in all there are 16 people on the 5 ton.

OOC: Please do not post here. I will get a post up here: link to a message in this game

OOC EDIT: Oh I also need to know who has these guns. If no one claims them I will list them with the MRAP along with the extra M-16 (it used to be Rob's but he's got a tricked out M-4 now)
Double barreled shotgun with 8 rounds of 12 gauge buckshot
Uzi SMG (w/old school wooden stock) with one 25 rd magazine (6 rounds in mag)
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