His eyes squinting against the wind and dust kicked up by speeding along on his motorcycle reminded Ricky for perhaps the seventh time since this morning, and maybe the five thousand, six hundred forty second time since he started riding it that he should really get some goggles or something. Still, so long as he wasn't going too fast, he was able to see most of what was going on.<br/><br/>He was speeding along ahead of the Coyote vehicle line, sticking to the normal "rules of engagement" that had developed over a series of raids. Ricky's job, lucky guy that he was, was to simply speed into town, pull out his weapon and shoot at anyone who had a weapon in their hands and give a quick report (if he could) about where the people with weapons were at. This time he was supposed to wound, not kill, although it made his job a bit harder since the townspeople were under no such restriction. He reached over to the radio to use the Morse code attachment to beep an acknowledgement of both Big Tim and Dom's radio orders. He wasn't really a massacre type anyways, preferring to save his bullets.<br/><br/>As the gang of vehicles rolled into town, he slid his bike around and pulled his AK out of it's holster, using his bike for cover while racking a bullet into the chamber and flicking the safety off. Some mocked him for the precautions, and he had nearly died once because of the precious seconds spent making his weapon unsafe, but he really didn't want it suddenly going off when he didn't want it to. Weapon ready, he stood and looked for a threat. Seeing one enterprising hero with a bolt action rifle, he aimed and let a four round burst go from his gun, and the man went down screaming and clutching his sudden;y bloody leg. Other Coyotes would be unloading by now, and he made sure that some of the townsfolk in the Meeting Hall kept their heads down by firing at them, a few bursts every time a head appeared and a couple of times into a doorway, until he had to reload, ducking behind his bike and switching magazines.<br/><br/>Reaching for the Radio, he broadcast "One guy down in the street, more in the old General Store. Want me to start searching the houses, or are we gonna crack open the store first?"