"You heard the man boys. Any of you get<strong>too</strong>trigger happy, you'll be answering to my fists when this is done. Smash and grab. Not open slaughter. " He said into the Radio.<br/><br/>The massive armored bus was rolling along at the end of the line. It was a strategic choice. The bus's size and armor made it all but impervious to small arms fire. It's size allowed it to block off potential escape routes. Usually once the raiders were in the town, Dom parked the bus in such a way that it blocked off escape, and in a worst case scenario provided a heavily defendable position for the Coyotes to fall back to.<br/><br/>A few other Coyotes were in the bus with him, and he saw one in his rearview mirror tap the ashes from his cigarette on to the floor. Staring hard at him through the mirror, Dom said"So help me, if you don't sweep that shit up off my floor right now you'll be licking it up before you set foot in that town. "<br/><br/>The Raider shot Dom a defiant look for all of three tenths of a second before he remembered who he was dealing with, and sheepishly looked down. Then he rose shakily as the bus jostled along the terrain and went to find something to clean his mess, tiny though it may be.<br/><br/>With an indignant 'hmph', Dom fixed his attention on the road ahead. It was just about showtime, and he was ready to fight and fuck. The order in which these things happened would depend on how much resistance the locals put up.