The drive was a boring one, fortunately. Ricky drove in silence, or in the pleasing sound of a half dozen engines all roaring around him. He knew some of the guys had music and working sound systems but on his bike, he'd need some headphones to even get a little bit of recognizable sound. He was on a flank, occasionally doing wide sweeps to check for trouble. He didn't expect much, and unless they were going to be ambushed, the dust cloud kicked up by another gang of vehicles would be the best warning he would get.<br/><br/><br/>The campsite was a decent one, in defensive terms. Long line of sight and if shit got really bad, there was a conveniently flat lake bed to drive across. He pulled in a little after the rest of the gang, but he didn't have a tent to set up either. Most nights he simply pulled out a blanket and slept under the sky. If it was too cold, then he would usually ask Dom or Warren if he could sleep in their vehicle, but that was usually reserved for winter time. Or the wastelands equivalent, in this case.<br/><br/>Speaking of Dom, he figured that he should head over to the Bus and get V to teach her that promised lesson, but for some reason he hesitated. He could be a cruel man, he knew this for a fact, but that usually only happened during raids where his blood was up and he needed to make sure that the people weren't going to suddenly stop being docile little captives and start being an angry crowd. Now, sitting more or less calmly in a safe campsite? He'd rather just fuck her brains out instead of concocting some sort of elaborate torture-fuck. Still, he figured he could figure something out, and he did need to keep his promises.