At the Driver's Meeting
Rusty Harry:
Harry nodded. "That's why I asked about weird dreams, not bad ones. Because my crew and I had a doozy of a weird dream. One of our crew is a..." He hesitated a moment. Dean's abilities were his own business. So he modified what he'd been about to say. "...a veteran of the Faraway War. And last night, we all dreamed we were facing a last stand. Some of us even woke up to wounds that hadn't been there when we dropped off." He scowls. "And like I told them, when I sleep these days, I don't dream. Not since they installed me in this tin can." He thumped his chassis for emphasis. "When we were all awake, our veteran friend said he felt like somethin' was watchin' us. Something unfriendly." he sighed. "I'd been hoping that it was some local varmint...something to do with being near the Maelstrom of Old Dallas. If other folk had similar experiences, I figured that whatever weirdness was going on wasn't fixated on any folk in particular. But if none of you folk had any strangeness, that's sounding mighty unlikely. Whatever this thing is, it dislikes us in particular." He shakes his head. "So I ain't sure us coming with you on this run is a good idea. For all we know, this is just a local phenomenon, and we just happened to have the bad luck of having along someone who triggered it, and once we're clear of Dallas we're clear of whatever this thing is. But just in case it's in a following mood, I don't want to put the rest of you folk in danger. Especially during a hard run like this is shaping up to be." He looked at Turk. "Sorry, man. I don't mean to be a downer. It sounds like you could use our firepower on this run. But I have no clear idea what we're dealing with here. If you still want us along, knowing the risks, then we'll come. But if you don't like the odds, then give me an alternate route. We can rendezvous after we've shaken this thing."
The Drivers listen to Harry's explanation patiently. At the end of it, they shared the quiet, meaningful looks that folk who have worked together for a very long time are capable of. Patience spoke up first, "
Is that it? You all had some weird dreams and maybe woke up hurting? You don't know what did it. You don't know if its following you or just something around here. Seems to me, you can't really make any good decision till you know something certain." She lifted her hands as though to indicate the very world around us, "
This world is full of weird shit. Constantly. Never ending. I have been chased by worms the size of my damn truck. I have seen sykers make folks dance and sing and burn inside out. I have fought Doomers, the dead, gangers, shadows, robots, fish men... Jesus... Fucking dreams now..." She trails off, shaking her head.
Turk chuckled a bit, looking up to Harry, "
I think what Patience might be tryin' to say is, we deal with weird stuff all the time. Every day is dangerous. But we keep goin'." He nodded off towards where the Black Dog was parked, "
You're a dead man stuffed full of military hardware driving a truck that looks like it just rolled off the lot from Before and fell through time to now. /You're/ weird shit. Sometimes its nice to have some weirdness on your side. We didn't take you and yours on out of kindness. We fully expect you all to give anybody who tries to take us on absolute weird-ass hell. You think you can handle that?"
Bud blew out a small cloud of smoke, deadpanning quietly to Reefer Man, "
Besides, maybe we'll get lucky and get that Faraway dream too, eh? Always wanted to see another planet... This one has gotten old."
Reefer Man grinned a little back at Bud, then looked up at Harry again. Everyone had to look to Harry, "
Maybe we can help? Like Patience and Turk said, we have seen some things. We know some things."