There was something about gun oil that Warner found comforting. Although his wife found the smell absolutely revolting it was as comforting as one finds in the smell of flowers. Other people liked the smell of ma's freshly baked apple pie for comfort. Not so for anyone the was on the front lines fro any period of time. For them the smell of cordite and burning brass was their apple pie. So it was no surprise that is what aroused Warner from his sleep.<br/><br/>What he saw though made him wish for home, wish for the Ark again. There was no way a savage could have such a clean room. Warner had never been in a room this clear since he had his appendix removed. Hazel eyes swept over the clean hard lines of the room before settling on the bed that cradled him. Letting calloused hands run down over the cotton sheets it was hard to believe. Was he dreaming? No the material felt quite real.<br/><br/>Meeting the man's abnormally bright blue eyes the Marine sat up, feeling his body for scars. The fucker probably took his kidneys for payment because that's how these places worked. Some kind of bargaining system replaced good American money in the wasteland. Eyeing the pitcher and pie which he suspected to be spiked Warner glanced at the man. Reaching for the AR-15 which wasn't quite his M16A3 but the weight calmed him. Hands caressed the curves of the rifle lovingly but it was no match for Lucille.<br/><br/>"What do you want? What did you take from my body?" Voice low and grizzled as Warner pulled back the charging handle to inspect the firing chamber. "Don't tell me you did this out of the kindness of your heart because that would be the first. Lowering his voice to a mumble he slid a magazine in, sighing happily at the click. "I don't think you people have hearts anymore..."  Looking back at the man as he began to sight the rifle. "Well what is it? You take my kidneys or something for payment?"<br/><br/>Now that he was better, there was one goal on his agenda. Get Betty back and knowing where they had headed from Rez was most likely in the process of selling it. Hoping that Marco was the buyer but he wouldn't doubt her selling it to any old warlord with jingle. Only Warner had the facilities for maintaining and hiding the vehicle. For anyone here in the wastes Betty would be a beacon for savages to converge on you. It was safe for him but no one else. He owed Betty that much, save her from the savages that had defiled her.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Opening Move:</strong><br/>At 2014-04-17 11:37:57, SGTDan (uid: 37668) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=57206)<br/><em>What were the first signs that the world was ending?</em></div></div>