<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Dixie Mae</span></div><br/><em>Ah dayum.</em>Today was going to be another hot sweaty day in the desert. When I finally got my ass up from the comfortable bed I got dressed and then realized what we had to do. Foster was going to speak to us and although the old man was a lousy fuck, he was a good leader I guess. As I stepped on the aircraft steps the sun was already high up in the air and I got my hat on and walked towards the bigger plane only to realize that my stupid hungover brain had caused me to forget to put my boots on. The sand was warm under my bare feet but would soon become very, very hot. Oh well, gonna have te ask one o’the boys te carry me.<br/><br/>I got inside and sought for AJ. She wasn’t hard to find, being the only one still desperately clinging to her old life. I did feel sorry for her. She hadn’t accepted it all yet and even her clothes and manners were still those of the old world. Fully aware of all the attention I got entering the plane, I tapped my hat and sat next to AJ, avoiding Foster’s angry look for being late.<br/><br/>Now, I ain’t stupid but I had no idea what the old man was talking about. He spoke of supplies running low and that we had to assemble a group and search for a stable water supply and then he told us to check out a refinery in Texas. That raised my attention of course as I knew the state as I know the inside my pussy. Or something. He wanted everybody at the meal tonight and in the mean time we should think about how to get the water truck to that water supply and assemble a small group to look for that refinery.<br/><br/>Halfway his preach I got up and took myself a plate of  rabbit stew from that cute little cook, again noticing how Foster looked at me angrily for interrupting his speech. What was I supposed to do then? I was starving!<br/><br/>When he was done with his speech he gave us some tasks that were needed to prepare for the missions. I was to check out the limousine and all of it’s guns. Since we got here we had transformed the limousine into something of a tank, welding scrap metal parts we found across the airfield to it’s body work. From the air force base near Tucson we had already taken quite a lot of guns and ammunition but one never has enough guns. We had mounted two heavy automatic weapons to the roof and a flame thrower at the back. The others were given the task to prepare the water truck and the fuel truck.<br/><br/>With the briefing over and my stew gone, I stepped out onto the aircraft steps. It being metal, I nearly burned my paws and jumped back inside. Giving the boys my puppyface I took off my hat and moved my feet so they were pointing at each other.<br/><br/><strong>“Can any o’ye boys carry me home? The sand’s hot on my feet.”</strong><br/><br/>AJ had for some reason chosen a house in the middle of the row and I wasn’t heavy but with the sun up already, the boys were in a for a little drag. I could see AJ disagreeing and standing up from the table walking to the kitchen. She was no doubt given the task to help prepare rations for the mission.<br/>