Name: Ricky<br/>Location: Leaving House No. 4/Motorcycle<br/>Summary: Confused and getting ready to leave<br/>Tagged:<br/><br/>Ricky had just finished finding a small canister of Gojuice and a bottle of Hydro when he heard the gunshot. Not particularly worried, since there was only one, he walked back to the group of vehicles in time to see one dead slave and two others, Sara and Noah, being dragged onto Dom's bus. Briefly, he wondered what had happened, but it had been dealt with and there was no sense digging in to the details yet, though he might ask Dom when they made camp later.<br/><br/>Reaching his motorcycle, a quick check revealed the only damage to be to the seat, so he took a second to switch his sunglasses for the goggles he had found and sat down on his bike.<br/><br/>"Ricky here, I'm ready to go when you give the word. Want me to try and find a good spot to camp?" He called out on the radio. He'd wait for a response before starting his bike up, he didn't want to mishear this, since it meant the difference between doing what his father... someone in his life had called "Polish Mine Detector", whatever a Pole was, and riding in the more or less safe group of Coyotes.