welsh
Junkmaster
We spent most of the morning packing and getting our gear together in the big rig. There was plenty of space, and that worked well. In addition to the plasma, weapons, food and medical supplies, we would need it to haul down the wind mill in Maggotville.
The vehicle, half diesel semi and half deuce and half, was powered by plasma sells and a converter someone had come up with. It was a mutant hybrid of a vehicle, built to survive the wastes and haul cargo. How Remington and TJ had found it, I had no idea. But it didn't matter. We had some rock I wanted to dump, and TJ and Remington needed to find a new high.
I was a bit disappointed. For one, the rock was still a commodity and we could have used it to buy other supplies, although Jake had made a good deal. Had Remmington or TJ stuck, we wouldn't have had to trade. I was also disappointed that they wouldn't be joining, but perhaps they could catch up.
Jake was under the hood checking out the mechanics. He had some experience with boats and other rigs so he could figure out what went where. He had made the trade so perhaps it was best that he drove.
I tried to keep busy with the .50 Cal mount. The weapon needed cleaning. Behind me Deeds and Jasmin were loading up their gear and that of the science types. There was a lot of gear. To much. We would never be able to carry it all.
I could feel Maddy Stowe's glare into my back. Perhaps she had thought I wasn't going to take the job, though why she wouldn't want me on the job was a mystery.
What ever was bothering her, she didn't speak about it. And for that I was pleased. I was thinking about the trip.
The distinctive clank and whirl of Spengler's Crawler, a big box on a pair of tracks, moved past. It was strong and strudy and could get past obstacles our rig couldn't. Like us he had mounted weapons on the vehicle in case of any action. Privately I wondered where he was going for medical supplies. If he had the drugs my snitches would have told me. But they had mentioned nothing.
I watched the crawler move through the mud of the vil. He was getting a head start, but the crawler was slow and sucked on plasma the way some brahma calves suckle a nipple. Like us, he would use the rig to get close and then he would adandon it to slip into New York quietly.
I saw Rama coming down with another man. Good, the group was getting together.
I called down to Rama, "Good that you got here. We need to get the rest of the crew together. Where the others?"
But he shrugged.
The new man made his introduction, and I shook his hand quick, telling him that we'd do introductions as soon as we hit the road, and to help out.
"What's the deal?" He asked.
"New York, we share the spoils, and you get paid a bonus. I'll let the Major fill in."
The Major was overseeing the packing, and I was happy to keep him busy. But the Major preferred to ignore the new man. One of the others told him to hustle in and help out.
One by one the crew came in, like cats that had been out all night and were just creeping in, sleepy and exhausted from the night's activities. Finally we had enough people. Those that didn't make it wouldn't get paid. It was that simple.
At mid-day, Jake turned the key and the rig roared to life with impatient aggression. Like me, it wanted to eat the road. "Alright, let's get out of here."
"Maggotville?"
"Ya." I said. Then turned back to the others. "Alright, so who is new?"
The vehicle, half diesel semi and half deuce and half, was powered by plasma sells and a converter someone had come up with. It was a mutant hybrid of a vehicle, built to survive the wastes and haul cargo. How Remington and TJ had found it, I had no idea. But it didn't matter. We had some rock I wanted to dump, and TJ and Remington needed to find a new high.
I was a bit disappointed. For one, the rock was still a commodity and we could have used it to buy other supplies, although Jake had made a good deal. Had Remmington or TJ stuck, we wouldn't have had to trade. I was also disappointed that they wouldn't be joining, but perhaps they could catch up.
Jake was under the hood checking out the mechanics. He had some experience with boats and other rigs so he could figure out what went where. He had made the trade so perhaps it was best that he drove.
I tried to keep busy with the .50 Cal mount. The weapon needed cleaning. Behind me Deeds and Jasmin were loading up their gear and that of the science types. There was a lot of gear. To much. We would never be able to carry it all.
I could feel Maddy Stowe's glare into my back. Perhaps she had thought I wasn't going to take the job, though why she wouldn't want me on the job was a mystery.
What ever was bothering her, she didn't speak about it. And for that I was pleased. I was thinking about the trip.
The distinctive clank and whirl of Spengler's Crawler, a big box on a pair of tracks, moved past. It was strong and strudy and could get past obstacles our rig couldn't. Like us he had mounted weapons on the vehicle in case of any action. Privately I wondered where he was going for medical supplies. If he had the drugs my snitches would have told me. But they had mentioned nothing.
I watched the crawler move through the mud of the vil. He was getting a head start, but the crawler was slow and sucked on plasma the way some brahma calves suckle a nipple. Like us, he would use the rig to get close and then he would adandon it to slip into New York quietly.
I saw Rama coming down with another man. Good, the group was getting together.
I called down to Rama, "Good that you got here. We need to get the rest of the crew together. Where the others?"
But he shrugged.
The new man made his introduction, and I shook his hand quick, telling him that we'd do introductions as soon as we hit the road, and to help out.
"What's the deal?" He asked.
"New York, we share the spoils, and you get paid a bonus. I'll let the Major fill in."
The Major was overseeing the packing, and I was happy to keep him busy. But the Major preferred to ignore the new man. One of the others told him to hustle in and help out.
One by one the crew came in, like cats that had been out all night and were just creeping in, sleepy and exhausted from the night's activities. Finally we had enough people. Those that didn't make it wouldn't get paid. It was that simple.
At mid-day, Jake turned the key and the rig roared to life with impatient aggression. Like me, it wanted to eat the road. "Alright, let's get out of here."
"Maggotville?"
"Ya." I said. Then turned back to the others. "Alright, so who is new?"
