As Tank and Deckard pick over the bodies and scour them for ammunition, supplies, and anything else of value, Molly sits against a wall, her head hanging between her knees. She's seen violence before; anyone who's alive in this world has. But not on this scale. Not to this extent. She's far out of her element. Back in the car, she had been chipper and excited to be included in the adventure. But now, after being dragged by her hair and pistol whipped into submission, any charm or allure such activities had has immediately vanished. All she wants to do now is go home: back to delivering babies. Back to the simple life.<br/><br/>Tyler and Mariel stand confused about what had just happened. First, there was a clan of raiders. Then, out of nowhere, another clan of raiders comes by to slaughter the first clan. For a minute they seem like they're in charge, and then poof! They're gone the instant she mentions the names of their gun-hands.<br/><br/>And for that matter, what the hell was<span style="font-style: italic">their</span>story? She knows the people on the train had seen some impressive fighting from those two, but now having seen it, she can barely believe her own eyes. She had barely seen Tyler's hands move as he lined up shots and fired. His speed and accuracy in the fight were beyond anything she had seen before; almost supernatural. And then there was Deckard, who had pretty much taken on the role of the finger of God, smiting anyone he saw fit from on high. Those traits alone would make any sane person nervous, but the raider woman only seemed fazed by them when their names had been mentioned.<br/><br/>Unsure of what to make of all this, Mariel turns to Tyler and says,<span style="color: pink">“I don't get it. She seemed cool as a pickle until I mentioned you two. What gives?”</span><br/><br/>Tyler says nothing, though it's clear that he knows more than he is leading on. Instead, he looks up at the sky and says,<span style="color: #336666">“She was right about the storm. We gotta head back.”</span><br/><br/>As Tyler begins to walk away, Mariel puts a hand on his arm and stops him.<span style="color: pink">“All right, enough. That moody cowboy shit may be charming to some people, but not me. You've got some explaining to do, mister.”</span><br/><br/>Tyler looks icily at her hand, which immediately makes her recoil. It's clear that she's miscalculated.<span style="color: #336666">“Pack up your things. We're heading out.”</span><br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>The drive back is quiet. In the distance, she can see the storm clouds rolling in over the horizon: beautiful hues of gray billowing out like a great mesa in the sky. It'd be more enjoyable if her mind wasn't heavy with unanswered questions. As they drive towards the storm front, she begins to see droplets of rain fall upon the windshield... before turning to hail.<br/><br/><span style="color: pink">“Uh... Tyler?”</span><br/><br/>The storm picks up. From the south, she can see another storm front rolling in faster. As the two fronts collide, a series of fingerlike clouds begin to stretch to the ground and draw up dirt and debris. Before long, the SUV is caught in the middle with no clear way out. Tyler grits his teeth and cranks the wheel, running the vehicle off the road and down a long stretch of dirt. The ride gets bumpy as they roll across the desert pavement. Were it not for the reinforced tires she had installed beforehand, they would have surely gotten a flat by now.<br/><br/>Then, up ahead, Tyler spots a pair of tracks leading towards a rocky outcropping. They come up fast, but with a sharp turn they veer toward the tracks and begin to follow them.<span style="color: #bf0040">“I hope you know where you're going, Ty...”</span>Deckard mutters from the back while Tank and Molly sit nervously on either side of him.<br/><br/>The tracks disappear into the rocks ahead, and Tyler stops the car. Scanning the area quickly, he spots a cave nearby, big enough for a vehicle to drive into. The storm behind them rapidly approaches, and Tyler drives forward into the cave below. For the moment, they are safe from the storm. But as they leave the vehicle to get their bearings, they find themselves greeted by a circle of men with guns.<br/><br/>As he begins to dip for his revolver, Tyler hears a familiar voice come from the shadows.<span style="color: #8080ff">“Tyler Bellford, I presume?”</span>