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[Lyle]

Vince rolled quietly through the desert in his old fashioned jeep. Old fashioned because it was the only one he could find like it, that being it ran well and could certainly last. They didn't make cars like they use to. His tires were running thin and not doing so well in the desert floor. He found himself sinking or getting wedged in half the time. Hell, the only good thing was the supply of gas he had with him. What a nice man at that pump station was, especially when he had a gun to his head. Naturally, after he was supplied, Vincent killed the aging bafoon. Such was the way of a free soul! Right?

He wasn't kidding anyone, he didn't know how to be a free soul. Anything that was different than society as of late would fit him for now.

Eventually the sun was fading from its highest point and the jeep had made its way to a massive crack in the earth. This point was important not for the fact that the crack was here, or the thinning sand, but because there was bridge. Vincent had spent a couple of hours driving down this crack, looking for this bridge. And how beautiful it was, its rotting wood, its ropes loose with time. "What the hell," exclaimed the young lad as he shoved his foot down on the gas and lined himself up with the bridge, hoping that speed would beat the effects of time.

His engine revved and purred while the sound of his wheels on cracking wood shot through his mind. But with courage he pressed on, even fueling his engine more as he gunned for the other side of the crack. Just as he made it to the other side however the vehicle shook wildly and its loose and cluttered gas tanks flew out the rear of the Jeep.

"Son of a bitch!"

Karma was a bitch, but he kept on the road, his little jeep racing off in the distance. Vincent thought of everything he could other than the situation at hand, his eyes were barely even on the road before him, he was careless..

[THE Justin]

And it was this carelessness that would end up destroying this man. The group of rebels were driving down the road themselves, towards the man. They saw his dust and pulled off, setting out spike traps on the ground, pointed metal caltrops that would ruin the man's tires, and cause him to crash.

However, they weren't that fast, and as they were laying them out, poor old Murry got hit by that jeep. His body literally was sucked under the Jeep and spit out, a bloody and crumpled mess. Blood streamed from every orrifice that the man had, and his few comrades felt slightly bad, until they realized it was one less competing mouth.

The three remaining vagrants, who now descended upon the overturned jeep with guns and weapons, laughed with glee. They had their prey; lets see if he had anything good.

[Lyle]

By now darkness had slowly began to descend upon the dessert, shedding light upon how such a empty and warm place during the day could become a icy hell by sundown. Vince hadn't expected to be ambushed in the middle of his trip, especially not come in contact with anyone at this point down the road, so he was quite astonished when he found a limp body smacking into the front of his jeep.

Before he could even react to the sight, and more or less regain control the wheel, the jeep began to careen to the side and without warning dived down into the sand and began tumbling. Needless to say, the little badass didn't know what hit him, and was reflecting on what happened as he lay limp in small dune of sand, the wheels on his wrecked jeep still turning. Back near the road he heard sounds, and quickly drew breath, wondering what it could be.. "Damn, he got Murry.."

Murry.. who was Murry.. Wait, rocks don't talk.. Vince shot up from his bed of sand, shaking off light specks as he dug into his right holster and brought up his colt pistol. Rocks couldn't have done such damage either. First the gas tanks and now it appeared he was to be at a bunch of desert scum's center of attention for awhile.. It was becoming obvious bad things always come in pairs.

Peering over his jeep Vince began to notice a pool of gasoline near the desert floor, he thought nothing of it though as he brought himself up completely and began firing wildly at the head that was closest to him. Sure enough, the man dropped to the floor, his body hitting the cracked pavement of the old road with a thud. All hell began to break loose and Vince dropped back, finding his jeep still useful even after its 'death.'

Around him bullets whissed by and nailed into his cover, his hands worked to fill his colt with another clip- his eyes watching the sun slowly lowering in the sky.. One was always adapting in the desert.

[THE Justin]

"You Mother FUCKER! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!"

The girl, the sole woman and play thing for the entire group, tore off to the right, around to the rock on the right. Bullets whizzed by, but her heart was pumping, adrenaline rushing through her heart as she piece together what just happened; her former husband, their marriage shredded with the fall of Humanity, just got the top part of his head removed by a single bullet.

She pulled the action back on her own pistol, and then heard the roar, the roar that made her smile.

Frank unleashed the beast.

The other member of the crew, Frank, her husbands former best friend and now near brother, had begun opening up on the man with the flechette rifle. A terror of a weapon, the flechettes tore into the ground, sparking off of the metal of the sand and the sides of the jeep.


Frank cackled madly as he pumped the action, the underslung wheel clip cycling out the spent cartridges of flechettes as the new one was pulled into the breech. The flechettes sent up sparks with every ricochet, and he felt a few stings in his legs and arms as pieces flew back at him. However, he was floored when a spark landed in a pool and exploded, flinging him backwards a solid 10 feet.

The cloud of the explosion rose, and even Mary was thrown to the ground. Murry and Mary, jokes had ensued at their wedding. She stood, and saw the man that had killed her husband also floored. She stalked forwards, her leg bleeding and her left hand missing some fingers. She held the pistol up, and aimed it towards the man as she walked over, and stood above him.

"Give me one reason I shouldn't blow your god damned head off right now..."

[Lyle]

What had been a someone pleasant ride through the desert had taken a turn for the worse.. Vince was now facing several opponents intent on.. killing him? People we're weird lately, all they wanted was bloodshed.. it surprised him they hadn't attempted to stop him without doing damage to the jeep. The very jeep he was huddling behind, a massive weapon on the other side knocking on his door while he blindly fired back in the direction.

A shell piercing through the jeep and then his lower thigh, destroying the bone and cleaving his flesh straight off. That would take a few days to heal up, would set him back behind schedule. Suddenly however the jeep exploded in a fiery blaze, the entire scene rocking as the jeep's remaining gasoline expunged itself.

Feint sounds woke up Vince, soft footsteps, soft grimaces of pain.. a woman. His eyes blinked open, only to find the woman in question before him, pistol in hand, ready to kill him. Below him his body was shredded, the jeep's hood had splintered to a billion pieces, and now he was cut a billion times.

"Give me one reason I shouldn't blow your god damned head off right now..."

Vince smiled, moved his from his side and brought it up to the woman. On his right finger was a small piece of metal, dangling in the night air, the embers from the jeep keeping it just hidden..

"I'll save you the trouble."

He smiled, his eyes lit up with the moonlight.

The grenade, which had been on his belt, exploded in a fiery fury that rivaled the jeep's explosion. Both were killed, and left beyond recognition.



Far off in the distance, miles and miles away, an aging man walked through the desert night, a small canteen in his hand, and nothing more other than a large cloak.

[THE Justin]

The grenade exploded, shredding Mary to bits. Her corpse landed a few feet away, torn to ribbons, one leg and one arm missing, the pistol glued to her hand from the sudden burst of heat, her skin fusing with the metal.

Frank lived, however, and brought himself to his feet. The Jeep was ruined, a smoking crater where it had once been, pieces of it strewn about. He felt something warm and stick run down his face, and held a hand to his head, bringing it back to his face covered in blood. He swore, tearing off a piece of cloth and wrapping it around the cut.

He stalked off back toward where the original ambush had been laid. Their vehicle was there, an old beat up, seen better days hybrid SUV. It wasn't brutal on the gas, and it was able to take on the rocky terrain. He filled it up, chucking the gas tank back into the rear of the SUV as he sped off. He was looking for gas, and he seemingly found a breadcrumb trail of full tanks.

He guess that Jeep had lost them on its trip over the desert. Oh well. His loss. Not that he'd care now.

[Lyle]

Rafael slowly paced the scene, moving wreckage and debris as he saw fit- such was his job as hired security by the firm. You see, the firm controlled all this land, the entire space which spanned hundreds of miles. This specific corner of it was his, and with state of the art technology and his experience as an detective for the army, he solved its mysteries. Case in point... mystery of the destroyed and burning scrap pile that was once a jeep.

He toyed with the scene for a few more minutes, making small notes in his head. The body parts he found were still warm, meaning only that this event unfolded recently. Further more, he found a small yet separate path of blood leading away from the wreckage and just far off tire tracks... it was clear that if he wanted any chance of figuring out what happened, he'd have to play catch up.

A few minutes later he was hauling ass down the pathway in his medium sized truck. Ahead of him off in the distance was the suv that he knew he'd been following. Thinking quickly he grabbed a small mic near the wheel and spoke- outside the loud speaker blared out his commands. "Stop your vehicle at once, this is securtiy inspector 419 Rafael Sant!"