Peter slowed the truck and turned it around. He headed back towards the house once more, breathing a little easier, hands gripping the wheel a bit less tightly. He saw Jane's look and flashed her a shrug and a fast-and-gone-as-quickly smile.

He pulled up to a stop and shut off the engine once more before getting out to greet the Convoy members.

Relieved, Smoker jumped out once the technical came to a standstill. He went back to the rig, looking round for Roadkill.

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg # 783):

The ex-hostages piled out of the house, helped by Jason and Roadkill. They started getting organised. A Convoy medic looked over them but Rowan's aid couldn't be improved on.

Dismounting from his custom armoured rig, Corndog himself sauntered over with a somewhat nasty-looking shit-eating grin. It was obvious there was some history between Corndog and Roadkill.

"Huh, guess Fast Eddie would be tickled to see how you took care of his rig. Okay, got word from the Boss, Goose (CJ Mattox, leader of the Convoy). He wants you to meet him ASAP back in Boise. Your trailer seems good to roll. Get your crew together, we'll take everyone in your trailer, I'll leave a crew here to fix your tractor and then they'll catch up.

"Better get rolling everyone, we got a schedule to make!"

Whether or not Roadkill agreed (and really, he couldn't well go against orders from Goose) Corndog's men disconnected Roadkill's tractor from the box trailer and started to maneuver one of their own tractors into position to hook up. Meanwhile, it seemed not all the Walking Dead were really dead, one that was missing its legs grabbed the ankles of a beefy Convoy merc and he went down, there was much gunfire as the ghoul was quickly dispatched.

Dawn seemed to be not far off, the sky was starting to lightening.
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"It's fixed already, dammit... just needs some beautifying an' a new door!" said Smoker indignantly. He wasn't going to leave it, anyway.

    Jason goes over to where the BMW is and rolls it over to the trailer area. "Colonel do you want your bike or do you want it loaded up? I'm taking the sport bike that y'all let me borrow if that's fine."

Maura stands with the colonel and triskster and waits for a decision

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 787):

Schaeffer had climbed out of his Ghillie suit and was just wearing his IBA. He was smoking a cigarette, looking at the process of loading up.

"I will ride with Rowan, I see no need to load the sidecar. Ya, you may haff ze sport bike, no one will mind, I am thinking."

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg # 786):

A cheerful stocku woman with blonde hair tied back and wearing a welder's mask clapped Smoker on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, she's in good hands!"

Roadkill's rig seemed in no hurry to start, and a couple mechanics were swarming over the engine. Another couple were rolling new wheels to replace the ones that had been blown off. Lastly, the woman welder got to work reattaching the driver side door.

Rowan slides her arm around Shaeffers waist, " Lets get out of here love, way to much death hangs in the air"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg # 791):

He smiled at her. "This is very nice, I suggest your ride in the sidecar! That way you can shoot your SAW, ya?"

She saw that the sidecar indeed had an MG mount that would accept the SA SAW she recovered from the bikers (and Sullivan/Peter had mounted on the technical).

Maura smiles that could be dangerious love, " Never fired a Machine gun"

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg # 793):

"Do not worry, my love. It is very easy. Just remember to keep the bursts short, ya?"

He mounted up, kicked the bike to life. (Although it did have a starter he liked to do it manually.) Schaeffer got ready to lock the IBS helmet visor down into the neck ring.

Rowan signals trickster to settle in behind the cseat and then makes sure her equipment is stored as well and the MG in place and climbs in

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg # 792):

Roadkill did not like corndog taking over and telling him what to do with his truck. The one thing he knows though, pick your fights and let little dogs bark and lick their balls and just smile and nod in acceptence. He restrains himself from rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, you the boss dog. I guess i will ride as a passenger with one of your men"
Roadkill heads over to smoker

"I would think you can get this thing going, you staying or coming with. You know corndog would like to regale you with stories how i probaly crashed something.... anyway, I better check on Daphne and her kin"

He head on over to them. He wasn't close to every member of the family but being that he was close to Eddy and Daphne to an extent, it meant he had to play the game of being so. Family he thought, sometimes it is work and sometimes you have to do things for others and hey, sometimes they will give you a truck because of it.

Roadkill wasn't a family man and if he ever was, the road took it out of him a long time ago. Too many he knew had died and he knew that he had probably created a fair few orphans in his past. He didn't like thinking of the fact, that he had actually created little Roadkills by killing parents and leaving kids to fend for themselves, hidden away, as their now dead parents failed to bring home something for them. Though in a way, it made him feel better about death and killing. You just gotta do what you gotta do.

Raodkill looked towards corndog. Damn he wished corndog's balls would suddenly explode.

"It's already going, just needs prettying up some!" groused Smoker.

"I'd rather stay and finish the job."

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg # 797):

One of the mechanics surveying the engine looked up at Smoker, shook his head.

"Sorry, man, could be a few hours at least while we check 'er over. Hope we don't need to pull the engine, that's a major job. Could take days!"

Daphne and her aunt were getting loaded up into one of the trucks.

Slinging her M22, she wandered over.

"Hey, Roadkill. I want to thank you for your help. You and your friends. We'll figure out where to go once we make Boise. So, you got a girl? Still single? We should have dinner and a drink some time. I always liked truck-drivin' men. Why don't you ride with us in your trailer? We can talk, catch up. That way you don't have to deal with that douchebag."

In reply to Daphne Dumar (msg # 799):

"Yeah, might do, see how the others do it and having to listen to the like of dog would make me want to jump from a moving truck"

Everyone finished loading up as dawn was breaking. Roadkill's trailer was hooked up to a Scout semi-tractor, Daphne, Roadkill and the freed hostages climbed aboard. Armed mercs took their positions at the fighting positions up top, and at the different stations on the other vehicles.

It was clear to Smoker that Roadkill's semi-tractor wasn't going anywhere for a while. Sherri, Corndog's chief mechanic, stuck her head in back to speak to Roadkill.

"Hey, I don't want to order your crew around, but we were asked to bring all your people back. Why don't you grab your friend, Smoker? Tell him not to worry, we'll take good care of your semi."

In reply to The Marshall (msg # 801):

Roadkill can't help but go on the defensive, even if she meant well, he just felt like his parents were in town and he had to play the good son role.

"Oh no, order away. If you ask smoker nicely, he might make you a cake too. If smoker wants to stick to his engine, then look at me care."

Clearly roadkill avoided saying it was smokers truck but it was always his engine, roadkill wouldn't know a glow plug from the lighter after all.
Roadkill points towards Daphne.
"This is Daphne, her father owned that rig and now i drive it and smoker keeps it going. We are a bunch of united people getting by. I don't care what you do right now, so go talk to smoker"

He trails off and clearly ignores Sherri and goes back to talking to some folks in the truck.... "Anyway, the funny thing is that after saving this woman, she turned into a skeleton, a skeleton of all things. Who doesn't like a lean lady but this was insane....."

In reply to Roadkill (msg # 802):

Sherri didn't take Roadkill's jack-assery lightly and laughed.

"Ha! I couldn't give a shit what the fuck you do, nodamene?" She wandered away, unconcerned, then started working on the engine. She was pleasant to Smoker, not saying anything unrelated to the task at hand.

Being a Trucker herself, Daphne cut Roadkill off. "Save it, cowboy. Sherri's the only cool person on Cordog's crew, I don't know what that was all about."

Corndog blew his airhorn as dawn broke, signalling that they were getting underway. Schaeffer and Trejo rode up to the head of the convoy, ready to lead them on the treacherous route back to Boise.

"Upset  your girlfriend now? Drama. Smoker can do his own thing, he comes now or later, it is his choice really. I really don't give a damn. You wanna cry about how mean i was to poor little Sherri, then go ahead, i won't be listening"

Roadkill went to the doors and sat next to them. His lungs felt a bit better now so clearly they needed something to do. He lit up a smoke.

In reply to Roadkill (msg # 805):

Daphne shook her head. "Not drama, just adult stuff. I remember you used to be loyal to your friends, wouldn't leave them behind like this."

As Roadkill walked away, she grinned. "As for my "girlfriend", we were thinking of having a three-way, too bad you're too cool for school."

As the trucks started to pull out, Smoker had a premonition that if he didn't leave with them, he may never see them again. The mechanics were busy with Roadkill's semi, trying to figure out what was wrong and why it wasn't starting.

Cursing a blue streak, Smoker hopped onto the last truck and sat grumbling in a corner.