Things clattered as the large MRAP bounced over the rough ground, large wheels tearing large wounds in the dirt. Reaching over Warner brought the small MRE pouch to his mouth and tore it open as his gloved hands kept Betty going straight. Even in the air conditioned cab of Betty that echoed with the voices of Steppenwolf the Marine could feel the heat of the day. Dust rolled over the windshield as the massive wheels dipped into a pot hole causing him to bite off a piece of the cookie in his mouth. Cursing as crumbs rolled down his body armor Warner sighed as one worked its way down his fatigues causing an itch.<br/><br/>Slowing to a crawl Warner glanced around chewing on the chocolate chip cookie as he came to the crest of the valley which the tracks dipped into. Down below he could make out figures and vehicles but he doubted they spotted him. Even if they did, they weren't gunning it for him which was the usual first sign of trouble. Swallowing the remains of the masticated piece of snack the Marine let the massive CAT 7 give out a dying growl. Taking another bite of the simulated chocolaty dessert he placed it on top of the radio then turned off the loudspeakers. As the quiet enveloped him the Marine grabbed his rifle and with it in his lap racked a round into the chamber. Reaching out he kicked opened the heavy door before climbing down from the cab.<br/><br/>Groaning as the wave of heat hit him full force making him wish he didn't have to leave the Ark. The cloud of dust that came from the boot impact made him wish for grass and rain.<em>God, we really fucked this world up</em>Warner thought crouching making his way to the edge to the descent into the valley floor. Wastes were a horrid place to patrol and that was coming from a veteran of several tours in the Middle East. Something about the heat here just clung to you bringing you down under the weight of your own sweat. Laying down as he neared the edge the Marine laid his rifle on the ground in front of him looking down at the scene below through a set of binoculars. They weren't panicking yet so either they weren't too perceptive or friendly. Most people never really left their vehicles or any kind of scouting anymore so they might be expecting him to move.<br/><br/><em>"Ah there we go....just Rez and her gang."</em>Reaching up he used Rez's ass as a zero point before sweeping over the situation.<em>"I count hogs and a trailer plus four knocked out pickups, something doesn't add up here."</em>Shifting up he swept the surrounding hills looking for anything really.<em> "Ah ha! There we go the rest of the party."</em>Examining the Wasters Warner sat up bringing his rifle into his lap. Barely but with no wind it carried across the valley the faint musical sound but he couldn't make it out.<strong>1</strong><br/><br/>Tucking the binoculars away the Marine climbed up the steps of Betty placing the rifle back inside. Leaning on the open armored door for cover Warner brought the binos back out.  Propping his elbows on the top of the door he watched the scene from afar but ready to get in action if things headed his way. Their target was most likely Rez's gang but they probably didn't count on a beast of war to be added to the table. Nevertheless can't be too careful as he checked around him again as Wasters,while undisciplined, made up for it in cleverness. Looking back at Rez he sighed before muttering,<br/><br/><em>"Too bad I have a thing for damsels in distress." </em>Although if Rez ever heard him describe her as a damsel would mean that Warner would become a new proud eunuch. Still she was female and the Marine had a tendency to have a soft spot for females in trouble. One thing his wife always teased him about given the fact that tendency was how they met. Well Rez had back up whether not she saw it. Through coated optics he watched Rez do her thing feeling a tinge in his loins at how rock steady she commanded her hyenas. Chuckling Warner lowered his binoculars as the bikes roared to life with one coming towards him.<br/><br/>To be honest he had no stake in this fight, just turn around and leave would be smart. Sadly the six foot Marine was never known for his intellectual pursuits. Counting heads as the dust began to cloud the valley Warner figured that Rez had this. So absent mindedly he  scratched at the crumb while watching the ensuing maneuvers,<br/><br/><em>"Let's see how ya rock it this time baby" </em>Still just as a precaution Warner dropped down to quickly crank the engine alive with a roar.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Opening Move:</strong><br/>At 2014-03-26 20:12:45, SGTDan (uid: 37668) rolls: 2d6a3 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=56303)<span class="bbc_u">(Correction, add 1 instead of 3 so <strong>9</strong>)</span><br/><em>Did we know whose fault it was?</em><br/><br/><strong>1.) Read a Sitch</strong><br/>At 2014-03-26 23:02:45, SGTDan (uid: 37668) rolls: 2d6a3 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=56324)<span class="bbc_u">(Correction, <strong>9</strong>)</span><br/><em>Who’s in control here?</em><br/><br/>Mark 2/5 XP<br/><br/>