Gilles spoke from the dash speakers, "ah, sorry, just been a while since I 'ave been on s'e road!"

"Blasted bot should have given you a test run after putting you in." Airen is in the front fighting position as that gives the advantage of height and increased visibility.
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Peter watched what was happening ahead of them in stunned silence. He slowed down quite a bit, not wanting to be ANYWHERE near that potential dust-up and crazy ass autopilot. He shook himself and angrily grabbed the radio to bark out.

"What the fuck are you doin' up there? You couldn't have just SAID you needed to be up front before we LEFT??"

He let out a long angry hiss of air. That was foolish and could have been very damn expensive in loss of life or property. It had all turned out fine but what if it hadn't? IT would have cost them profit, that's what.

To himself, he muttered under his breath, "Spirits preserve me from the foolhardy idiocy of others."

from some where close he hears Rowan answer
"So Mote it be"!

Ian does a quick check to make sure that no one was run over, he then gives his best "Piss-Off-Cop" look over to Roadkill.

"Mr. Roadkill, I hope you don't make a habit of driving like that all the time?  I might think that you were trying to kill us."

When he hears the bot speaking, he grins and says "Well I guess I should just let you off with a warning.  Just don't do it again"

He sits back and asks "Who programmed that bot?"

In reply to Sgt. Ian Sullivan (msg #30):

From the truck speakers came the sound of electronic chuckling. "Oh, ha, Gilles must 'ave left 'is licence in 'is other Nomex jumpsuit."

"My programmer was se Russian junker, Misha. 'E used se algorythms from "Need for Speed XXXII". I am 'appy to take it easy now, am just showing m'sier Roadkill what Gilles can do! My apologies to se man on se bike, was no 'arm meant."

There was a pause as something was processing. "Using low-light, Gilles is picking up a single person walking towards us, 2 kilometres down se road on se left, probably a man. 'E is looking normal to Gilles."
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0500 Hours

The vehicles hurtled down the road in the darkness. Without instructions from Roadkill, Gilles didn't react to the pedestrian walking down the road towards them other than to sidle over and give him some space. Probably just a traveller heading towards Near Wichita, it was hard to see details in the predawn light.

Speaking of dawn, the eastern horizon first began to glow reddish-golden, a gift of the kilotons (or more) of dirt and dust thrown into the atmosphere by the Final War. The sun hurtled above the horizon to the right and they were on the road, heading for Boise.

Current Location:

http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?...e625b2ce8f&msa=0

Route:

http://maps.google.ca/maps?sad...,2,3&t=m&z=7

Rowan rides to the rear of the semi slightly to one side not trusting the idiot who was driving so fast in the dark.
Seeing it drift sideways she eases off on the throtle and slows to see what the problem is that they are avoiding.
If she sees the lone walker she will take a look at him to see who he is.
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From his riding box Trickster pokes his head up to snif the wind and see what hislady has found

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg #33):

A figure in a dark duster with wide-brimmed hat appeared in her headlight for a moment, then flashed by.


OOC: You know how bikes are. By the time you see him, he's practically in your rear-view mirror. Rowan can try and stop or go back but the convoy is rolling...

Rowan blinks and the image faded from sight as she maintianed her position in the convoy.

"Don't care who that person is. Probably an undead zombie vampire demon. Too soon, too soon."
Shakes his head "should have rolled on last time too"
He looks at suvillian. "Oh that wasn't someone you knew was it?"

Peter called out over the CB. "So, I take it we jus' rollin' on an' not seein' who that was? Okay then. No more crazy fuckin' drivin' stunts though, Roadkill, you or that Aye Eye." He chuckled and shut off the CB.

Picking up the CB
"Yeah i don't thinking stopping in the dark to check on someone is a good idea. They can either take care of themselves or are one of those doom bringer ninja robe wearing demons. over"
roadkill goes to put the CB down and then suddenly remember.
"Oh and Fridgie has been told to settle down. We will keep on the road so you can follow my tail lights. I'm going to take over the driving when it gets past dawn though. over again. over"

Roadkill does put the CB back. "Damn being a passanger is dull." He looks to the sky. "Come on the sun"

Jane raised an eyebrow before she replied
Only an undead zombie vampire demon? Hell if thats it we might as well add crazy to  the list."

Ian looked at the person that they passed by and said "No"

The man receded into the predawn twilight behind them. Jane got the final look but all she could see was a man in a black duster with a black hat and a bag slung over his shoulder walking towards Near Wichita. Comfortable sprung-heeled cowboy boots clocking on the pavement as he walked.

Jane couldn't help but suppress a shudder as the stranger receded in the distance, almost as if they somehow dodged a bullet.

0600 Hours

The sun climbed above the horizon, and Gilles switched off. "Good day, Roadkill. 'Ave fun." An hour later as they were rolling north and then swung west following rte. 196 through the barren Kansas farmland. To the south loomed the Ghost Storm over the Wichita ruins. Crichton spotted a larger-sized 4-wheeled vehicle approaching them from head on, soon Roadkill and Sullivan saw it too. It looked like an ex-military Humvee of some kind.

Near Wichita Outer Perimeter

An hour earlier, Stone barely noticed the small convoy of his vehicles as it passed him. He wasn't too sure about all these newfangled things in this hellish world. He did know if they'd have interfered with his mission to eradicate the aberrations now living in the town called Near Wichita, he would have shot them all down without a thought.

As it was, things were going as well as expected. He stepped over the bodies of the guards manning the checkpoint into Near Wichita. They'd called for help from their local posse, as he'd planned, and when Misha, Quinn and the metal man Azrael showed up to face him he'd kill them and be on his way. The world was a good one, he figured. Near Wichita would wither without its protectors. An aberration to the Wasted West would be corrected. The natural balance would soon be restored.

In reply to Stone (msg #43):

Trejo suppresses a shudder as he rides by the lone figure.  There is something familiar and altogether unpleasant about the traveler.  He rides on by, keeping an eye on his mirrors, just in case.

In reply to Trejo (msg #44):

Rte. 196

The convoy and Humvee continued to close the distance in the early dawn light.

Up on top, Crichton could see a long ways off because of the flat blasted farmlands and straight road. He reported that the approaching vehicle was armed with what looked to be a M260 SA SAW on the pintle mount. As they approached the oncoming vehicle got a little over to its side but didn't stop or signal them. The paint scheme was a rust-streaked black, no markings.

It could be a Combine vehicle with that paint job, but Black Hats didn't usually travel alone and usually drove converted civilian vehicles. As well, the weapon wasn't Combine issue.

Rowan tucks back towards the rear of the convoy, when told about the incoming vehicle

Roadkill picks up the radio to address his adoring subjects, the posse.
"We have an oncoming solo vehicle that looks like no real threat to us. We carry on as we are. I don't care what they want. If they want something they can turn around and catch up to us.  Over"

With word of an oncoming vehicle, Jane flips the safety to the off position, but does not use the charging handle to chamber a round

Rowan moves so that her bike has the cover of the vehicles between it and the on comuming vehicle

As the figure recedes Airen shudders. When he sees the Hummer he radios the group and chambers a round in his SAW.