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    Grizzwald's eyes narrowed in thought. The Guildmaster answered his question, but he couldn't help but notice a nagging little voice in the back of his head. There was something more behind this than they saw before them. Why the exception for them? Himself, Dawn and Rabbit all had good scores and proved themselves the best of their iteration. And he assumed Ketsuki did as well or he wouldn't be here right now. But they weren't the best group, not by far.

    Were they just cannon fodder, some kind of peace offering, or maybe they were a sacrifice. Birdman couldn't say, but the open road was calling and he could hear Annabelle begging for him to turn her on and ride her hard, possibly putting her away dirty and smoking. He tossed the departing boss a quick salute before jumping down from the truck and doing one last check up. He grabbed the caulk blocks and hopped up onto the back end of the semi where a little heavy armored shed was bolted and welded to a tungsten steel plate that was in turn welded to the frame of the truck itself. This was the truck supply shed, extra fuel, some tire patch kits, and a few larger tools were placed inside and strapped to the walls. The door was heavy, armored, and was secure by a padlock that made lock picking tools and explosives cry in fear. The truck keys shared the same key ring so the Driver quickly pulled them from his pocket and unlocked the shed glancing inside to make sure everything was there and secure before tossing the caulk blocks in and relocking the door.

    They were ready and Grizzwald Night's mouth was beginning to water in anticipation. He ran around the truck and jumped into his seat sliding his rifle into a special holster besides his seat before jamming the key into the ignition and cranked Annabelle to life. She roared and rumbled telling the world she was awake and everyone should just get the fuck out of the way! He let Annabelle rumble and circulate her blood through her veins. Everyone was in, all the doors were closed. A huge smile crossed his face. "Oh yeah." Grizz hung his mask on the back of his seat and kicked Annabelle into gear and brought her into the light of the dangerous and dusty world. Grizz pulled a pair of aviator glasses down from the sun visor and put them on dipping the brim of his hat a little over them before he rolled to the outer gates of the compound holding his breath just in case this whole thing turned into some cruel hazing joke by Mr. Yorkmizer and the other vets. But as the perimeter guard checked them off and waved them through the gate Grizz let out a shaky breath and locked his eyes on that uncertain horizon. He shouted a single warning before he lost himself in the rumble of the truck's engine. "Hold on tight! We're gonna burn the road behind us and leave the world in the dust!"


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    Ketsuki had finished his business in the restroom and filed back out and into the truck. He was hoping to have some sort of reaction out of Grizzwald at the time but he didn't get what he wanted. The boy only shrugged and made his way to the bunk to grab his bag only to see it was tossed over to the other set of bunks, pretty roughly might he add by the position to the bag. He assumed The Beast had been the one to toss his bag but paid it no attention. He was ready to go as it was and he would have his time to play with the man later. He was the one driving after all.

    Ketsuki moved over to Barsad and rubbed the bald mans head. "Alright Sparky, guess it's just me and you over here. The love bird there have claimed their bunk." He said motioning towards Dawn who had claimed the bunk above Grizzwald. It may have been her who threw his bag but he still had his bets on Grizzwald. Ketsuki could hear the man shouting up front and listen to the sounds of the engine revving. They were obviously about to take off. Ketsuki grabbed a chain on the wall feeling the vehicle jerk forwards from it's still position causing him to lose his footing. He then shrugged it off looking to the front. "Hey! Wake me up when we get there would you?!" He shouted towards the front before hopping into his top bunk adjusting himself into a laying position prepping himself for a quick power nap.
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    Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Inhale. Exhale.

    Barsad sat on his duffel bag, looking up at the dust marks and patterns on the ceiling. Mr. Yorkmizer had always given him the jitters when he was just a whelp, fresh from the wastes. There was no mistaking that Barsad was no stranger to the usual rough treatment that came with guild training, but it had a different effect on his wonky inner workings than it did the other trainees. Some respected him, some feared him. For Barsad, it was both. He held him in the highest regard, like a father, a mentor, and even almost like a higher being. At the same time, he feared him like the warlord and conqueror that he was, seemingly ready to snap at any moment. Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes and repeated his mantra.

    Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven--

    Barsad opened his eyes and blinked hard. He turned to see Dawn patting his head and mentioning something along the lines of putting his gear on. He shot her a quick smirk then turned to squat in front of his duffel bag, unzipping it from end to end in one sweeping motion. Inside lay his prized possessions, his tools of war.

    Bits and bobs of armor, mostly padded leather to protect against both blunt and sharp weapons. Two combat knives, whose faded colors and faintly splotched blade told of ages of use. A spade, similarly well-used, whose folding joints were beginning to stiffen, but the sharpened edge remained meticulously cared for. Two grenade bandoliers, designed to fit snugly and carry up to fifteen grenades (or more, if you get creative). Finally, his two modified Glocks. By far his favorites among his other weapons. The twins were able to dump their entire load into some poor bastard in three seconds flat, all while remaining completely silent, save for the click-clacking of the bolt. About 1/3rd of the remaining space was filled with neatly stacked magazines loaded up with special subsonic ammo. The rest were grenades of all sorts, ranging from the standard fragmentation to the more situational incendiary, flashbang, and even gas.

    Right as the commando was in the middle of reuniting with his old friends, he was interrupted by another one of his squadmates rubbing his dome and heading to the bunks. It seems everyone else had already chosen their spots, and Barsad was left with the other lower bunk. It didn't matter much, seeing as he wouldn't be using it for much else other than storing more gear, as well as the occasional power nap every now and again.

    The engines roared to life just as the last padded leather plate tightened around Barsad's figure. Before he knew it, some sunlight was pouring into the back from the windshield up front. The rhythmic bouncing and jerking of the truck had begun to rock the trailer. Like a lizard, the commando clambered up the side of the trailer's interior, grabbing on to stray edges and outcrops to maintain stability. He made his way to one of the hatches on the ceiling leading outside to the top of the semi, dangling beside it with one arm, and pushing it open with the other. A trickle of dust and sand seeped through the corners as he pulled himself up halfway through and sat on the edge, exposing his upper body to the outside and letting his legs dangle inside. A long journey was about to begin, and he made sure to savor every bit of wind and sunlight that he could before the action starts.
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    The merry band of Merc rode hard and into the night, but as darkness fully fell across the desolate land it became to difficult and too dangerous to keep driving. They'd spent a few training exercises out here and the one thing the Vets always went on about was traveling at night. Many would think night time would be the best. Nice and cool, less sand clogging up the truck, a few other things, but the Vets shot nearly all the Pros down. Most big predators out here hunt at night, your headlights will be seen for miles and ambushers could set up trap without anyone even seeing them.

    All in all they always favored camping at night unless time was of the essence, and since Team Dynamite didn't have to be in the town for a week they all voted and decided to camp. Grizz pulled Annabelle into a small rocky alcove that had a small clean water pond in the middle with some bushes around it. They were lucky there was enough room to maneuver the semi so well, but soon she was parked against the wall with a clear shot to the entrance should they need to beat a hasty retreat.

    Grizz was the first out of the truck he stretched tall and yawned the servos in his left arm whining from the movement.
    "Hmm this looks like a good place to make camp." He said cheerfully going over to the pond and splashing some water onto his face waking himself up a little. His arm continued to whine, he may need to work on it a little tonight before bed. Still though he was happy with the distance they covered today and was whistling a soft tune as he retrieved the chaulk blocks and kicked them under the truck's tires.


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    Dawn, laying in Grizz's bunk had her feet against the upper bunk's springs, her legs fully extended as she striped and cleaned her pistol. When she felt the semi slow and come to a stop she jumped up, replacing the weapon into its holster and clapping her hands. She side stepped/slid to the next set of bunks and saw Ketsuki still sleeping...and gave him a solid slap on the thigh to wake him. "Come on...get up. We're camping!" She spoke with excitement, happy to be getting outside, the stuffy interior not to her liking. She didn't wait for the others before exiting. Standing outside, she looked up to the dark sky and breathed in deeply, stretching her arms above her head before heading over to Grizz.

    "How did my girl run?" she asked, putting her hand on the warm hood, the engine still ticking as it cooled. She ran her palm over the dusty surface, the day's grit heavy on the new vechicle. She put her back to the truck and used her heels to lever herself up onto the warm surface, a wide grin on her face.

    "Can we have a fire? A really big one...one that we can cook over? Yorkmizer don't say we couldn't...did he?" Her grin faded, then appeared again. She couldn't believe they were actually on the road...just like a family...a disjointed and disturbed family...but still...

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