<strong>Q - Rez - Amanuel</strong><br/><br/>It is a hot day, and there is no wind to break it up. This is not uncommon. The odd gnarled tree twists upwards and offers a modicum of shade, and the tall grasses hold their fair share of small animals. A few of the Los Buitres caught and skinned a few huge mice, and had them splayed out on the still hot engines of their hogs to cook. They feel at ease - they are fucking around and shoving each other a little, but not too rowdy. Nothing to get worried about.<br/><br/>A few are pouting like little bitches because their bikes got hooked up to a utility trailer. A few pieces of plywood that have seen better days have been propped up around the edges to permit the trailer to haul stuff, and this is also where Amanuel rode on the trip out from the hardhold. Even if it was riding bitch, none of the Buitres were prepared to let that weirdy straddle their hogs.<br/><br/>Four pick up trucks rested, ostensibly abandoned. Much violence had been visited upon them, and they had not, oddly, been scavenged of useful bits and bobbles. Pickles had brought news of it to Rez, and from there it had become a funded trip: there was scratch in it for everyone, coming from the hardhold's treasury. Amanuel was there because the Buitres could not be trusted to bring back shit that was worthwhile - the fuckers would keep good shit for themselves - and obviously it was dangerous to go alone, hence them protecting Amanuel. It was a milk run, and only about half the Buitres were there.<br/><br/>After all, no one had seen the Ripper Clan in weeks.<br/><br/>There was blood around the abandoned trucks, and lots of it, but no bodies. There were three kegs in the back of one truck. They had rubber bungs in the sides, and the bikers were getting eager to prise them free and find out if there was some brew to be had.<br/><br/>For Amanuel, these trucks held wonders: the engines on all of them were not stock pieces for the frames that held them, and each was a well-maintained high performance model. One had been riddled by bullets and would never again power a vehicle, but the others seemed intact.<br/><br/>Q would come on this scene after following a strange set of tracks on a routine patrol. There were tracks for six vehicles, but only four and the various hogs of Los Buitres greeted him on approach. The Buitres took mild note of Q's great vehicle when it arrived, but unless Rez told them to pull steel, they were not going to get worked up about it.<br/><br/>Q came from the north. To the east, three other vehicles crested the hill. They were pink and white, with strange adornments: one of them had an upside down yellow spike with a white sphere on the top, and another had the freakiest head ever: the dude had a gigantic rictus grin, skin like chalk, and two flaring wasps of orange hair. It was tough to hear, too, but Newt picked up it.<br/><br/>"Boss," Newt said to Rez, creeped the fucked out, "those fuckers playing music, boss. Ding ding dingaling." He aped the sound, terribly, with an off-key sound that could curdle milk at two paces.<br/><br/><hr/>Q - roll+sharp, and let's see what happy memories come back. You'll be remembering that first taste of mom's home-smoked Ameran scrapple pie soon enough!