<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Tychus.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Tychus </em></div><hr/><br/><strong>"I'm a hell of a shot."</strong>Tychus answered with a wicked smirk, hinting that he might have killed his way across the states before settling down in the airplane graveyard. If she was criticizing him he either did not notice or completely ignored it.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes Ma'am." </strong>He said with a chuckle, speeding off towards the city and arrived in minutes what might have taken a little under an hour. Tychus knew what a looted house looked like and as they strolled along the abandoned city streets he looked for any sign of inhabitants and of a store or home that did not look combed over.<br/><br/><strong>"This town looked like it sucked even before it was abandoned."</strong>Tychus commented as he waited for her to dismount before he did, leaning his bike out of sight and glanced around. If anyone was around they would be watching them but it seemed clear even if it did not stop him from unshouldering his crossbow and removing the safety.<strong>"You look, I'll keep an eye out and watch your back." </strong>The benefit of the motorcycle meant they could carry much more back then a person could on foot, even go deeper into the small town and leave long before the day ended.