Trackers
"Will do, Talker," the biker coms-man replies. Abbie and Nash resume pushing through the broken brush, following Carter's trail. After a few minutes, the biker convoy passes them in the other direction,
Pony Express in tow, moving slowly.
Bourbon Street & Razorback
Following Guillory's instructions, the militia wheel-man drives the unmarked police SUV off of the dirt access road and on to the overgrown power line right-of-way and starts pushing east-northeast. Skillins, meanwhile, brings
Razorback up to the edge of the right-of-way to provide over-watch.
The militia driver takes it slowly, trying to follow a set up slightly rutted tire tracks that cuts through the overgrowth. To the pursuers, the pace feels glacially slow. It's not hard to imagine the fleeing marauders opening up another big lead. Finally, the Suburban arrives near where Carissa and Carswell spotted the bandits crossing the clear strip. Thankfully, it's not met with gunfire. As Guillory opens his door, he hears the rumble of motorcyle engines to the north, carrying through the thickening air. If he can hear them over the Suburban's idling multi-fuel engine, then the fleeing bandits certainly can too.
Farmhouse
With Watkins watching Brienne, Saul steps into the backyard to think. The air still smells like burning rubber. If the two bandit corpses lying on the front lawn- one of them supposedly Reeves'- aren't buried soon, they'll certainly start to stink even worse.
Cao gets to know her Chinese counterpart.
"Cao... is that Vietnamese?" he asks. When Cao answers in the affirmative, Ho smiles, confides,
"I was captured near Hanoi. Do you speak the language? I do, a little."
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