Re: Episode Two - Alternative Energy
Once the delivery job is accepted, Eldridge, TexArcana's representative in this matter, arranged for the fuel delivery and gave directions for where to pick up the trailer. Turk, for his part, shared out some road food and a couple of old five gallon water bottles. A day or two at best on the food; dried "meat", drier biscuit, some very old military vitamin supplements. Most everything else he had to spare went to the tent camp. Food was hard to come by here after all. Turk adds that its not entirely out of the kindness of his heart, of course. Its an investment. A downpayment towards earnings for the Black Dog joining his convoy and the added protection provided by Harry and his friends. At least till Arizona.
Harry was also able to wrangle a few more trades out of Turk's convoy market. A couple of shotgun shells were easy enough to manage out of the "cash" he had. Spare parts were gonna be pricier; cutting into the fuel payment or into whatever trade-able goods they could put together between Harry, Kelly, and Martin's own stashes. Of course, that's all depending on just how much these relative strangers might be willing to cash in on this rig....
As they got all this ready, Turk's convoy representative arrived. It was, in fact, the woman that Martin and Kelly had met earlier outside the camp shower station while dealing with an unpleasant miltia member. Prudence knew the ins and outs of Turk's route; providing very useful navigational information for the crew. She also seemed to know the ins and outs of the variety of firearms she carried in a very comfortable, unsettlingly professional manner.
Once done at the market, the Black Dog was started back up. Smoke belched from the stacks. The engine growled, almost happily, back to life. The cab shuddered under the restrained power of that engine like it was desperate to go. To get back on the Road. This was a truck that had places to be. The crowd of refugees watched the spectacle of the gleaming "new" truck starting back up almost in awe and with no small amount of jealousy at the thought of leaving on such a beast. The convoy truckers, Turk included, watched too. With a lot more jealousy. Their battered, repaired, patched together haulers never started up so easily. So cleanly. It was a reminder of better days gone by for the older ones. It was like science fiction to the younger crowd. The Black Dog slowly rolled out from the gawkers and the envious wishers.
The load was waiting to be picked up at the east gate of TexArcana proper. The survivor city was big by the standards of such places in the remnants of the World Before. A goodly chunk of the old Pre-War city lay under its walls; which were currently being expanded in areas to try and accommodate all the new arrivals if the rumor was true. Old Texarkana just wasn't big enough to deserve any sort of buster. The walls were high. Poured concrete. Very likely reinforced internally. Sometimes a burg got lucky and had real engineers in their group. Jagged rebar hooks and spikes protruded at the top. The gates were welded together from plates of the heaviest steels that could be spared. Emplacements were set atop the wall on either wide of the gate, likely in other places too. It wasn't clear at first glance just what the big mish-mashes of wires, hoses, steel-lattice, and other junk might do. But they were clearly considered to be some sort of weapons and the thought of being under them was a might uncomfortable.
Just outside the gate was a flat bed trailer loaded with a couple of odd looking vehicles. They might have once been some sort of small truck or SUV, but the suspension and wheels had been beefily upgraded. Steel plating was bolted on, with raisable panels replacing windows. Some sort of weapon-y contraption is pintle-mounted on the roof; a very large steel-armed crossbow device with hoses running to it. A pile of other cobbled together items is strapped into the bed of each of the two trucks. Across the sides of each is spray-painted: fARMOR.
Eldridge Johnson is there, along with a handful of TexArcana militia of the sort that has been seen all around. Another man is dressed in blue coveralls and wearing a very old, dirty maroon ball cap with the Texas A&M "Aggies" logo on the front. He's got a belt of various tools wrapped around his waist and he's currently under the hood of one of the fARMOR trucks. Two other figures are standing atop the flatbed watching the approaching Black Dog...