By the time Sundowner has suggested help he was buttoning up his field jacket. Chuckling as he regarded the man who seemed so sincere. Could these savages be saved? Well certainly the brass would have a laugh at his reports when they woke up. If they woke up he reminded himself quite bitterly. As he attached the drop leg holster Warner gave the man a grin of a predator,<br/><br/>"Mr. Sundowner, I doubt they ever dealt with a man of the likes of me." Slipping the body armor on Warner began adjusting it. The pellets from Rez's shotgun left holes in the usually pristine brown fabric. Sighing he began to insert magazines into his vest while placing Lucille's into a utility pouch.After he was done Warner nodded to the man.<br/><br/>"Time to take back what's mine"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sirens screamed as Clint's old F-150 weaved down the highway towards San Antonio. In front of him a Texas State Trooper car cleared the way while behind the beat up truck was an ambulance. Cars parted like the Red Sea before the small convoy. Clint sure wasn't expecting a escort but it helped getting to the hospital from their small town.<br/><br/>The reason for the hospital visit was groaning and swearing. Mary lay on the Ford's benchseat, head in her husband's lap. Even as the radio blasted out country music she swore like a trucker. Holding her extended belly green eyes looked up at the man who's jaw was set. Knuckles white from fear,focus and adrenaline.<br/><br/>She found it funny seeing Clint scared given what he had been through. Several tours in Iraq but the minute she gave him the news he went white. The big hero she married was scared to death of a baby. It was ironic in a way.<br/><br/>"Fuck...damn you Clint!" She cursed again as her foot pounded the door.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Walking through the Hold Warner brought his weapon to condition one. There was one place they would take Betty. That is if Rez would risk bringing it here since he would be here. However it was his best lead. If she wasn't at Am's weird church mixed with a junkyard then he would have to search the wastes. The walk gave him a chance to wonder what would bribe them and it came to him with ease. There's one thing he held over them, knowledge of the past.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Rose it's going to be alright, you're okay..." Clint ran alongside the gurney as it ran down the corridor. On the bed was a bleeding red headed woman that he had known since high school. This wasn't the reunion he was hoping for with his sweetheart. Not like this anyway, not with her fading away.<br/><br/>Who would of expected her to crash on the way to their date? Her Explorer rolled end over end after being run off the road. He was right behind her when the drunk driver ran the SUV off the road. Afterwards the Marine had walked her into the ER covered in blood. Now he was holding her hand telling her to hold on for him.<br/><br/>"Be strong Rose" A personal nickname that came from the color of her hair. As the nurse pushed him away as the gurney went through a Employee's Only swinging door.<br/><br/>"Please for me..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>As he neared the compound Warner checked the AR-15. It was on condition one and ready to go. Everything was in order and it was just a matter to put his own offer in. Listening he heard voices so the Marine figured he'd hit the jackpot. Shouldering the rifle Warner rapped on the man door,<br/><br/>"Knock Knock" Masking his usual Southren drawl, he heard some shuffling from behind the door.<br/><br/>"Who's there?" Unfortunately the man's answer was the door to his face. Warner's booted foot busted the lock causing it to slam inwards. A crack came from the man's nose as he sprawled onto the ground from the impact. Filling the doorway the six foot Texan had his rifle shouldered. Yet it was lowered just enough to signal he wasn't going to shoot right away but it was high enough that he could shoot anyone who tried to shoot him before they even get theirs up.<br/><br/>"America, motherfucker"<br/><br/>In his mouth was a cigarette which left a trail of wispy smoke in the air. This time when he spoke it was in that Southern drawl,<br/><br/>"Sorry to break up this little shin dig ya'll." Warner shifted his stance to be ready for action. "Now I want what's mine, Betty" Motioning to the M-ATV. "Now I'm willing to cooperate and give you something in return. Now I can give you the locations of a lot of resources. Enough to interest all three of ya. Spare parts,food,bike parts you name it and you may find it. All I want in exchange for the locations of such treasures is..." Taking a puff from the cigarette Warner gave a grin. "Is Betty in the state you took her. All the gear, my rifle, picture, the .50 anything that was in or on her. She is nothing compared to what things you'll find. Now if you want to have your own O.K Corral then I can oblige you that as well." Something came to him quickly "Oh and if you think you can kill me then take the info. Sorry partner, it's all in my head." Blowing out smoke he regarded the assembled group.