-RP- oAsiS

[ Continuation of Madman's Post ]

[COLOR="lime"]Outside Ryza [F5]
12:54AM[/COLOR]
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"Look at him... They say he killed a man with his bear hands..."
"He has bear hands!?"
"I heard that's why he keeps his arms in his trench coat like that."
"Does he even have a face under that mask?"
"IS THE MASK HIS FACE!?"

Intimidation.

The driver of the half track, the only one of the 5 members of the transport team seemingly capable of complex thought, couldn't even put his finger on what about the figure walking at the front of the vehicle was so eerie. Every step this man took so far was in silence. His eyes were locked on the sand below his feet, as if he was carefully calculating every step in order to conserve just enough energy to kill every last one of the transport team at the last moment. The half track driver would have said something to his superiors, but he felt that if he did, he would be putting his own life and the life of his family in danger. He took a deep breath and kept pushing the sputtering monstrosity through the desert, praying to whatever god there was that he'd live to see his daughter again.

"You know he can hear us right? - Right? - Greg? ****, THEY GOT GREG, SOMEONE SHOT GREG"

The driver looked at the guard in the corner, who had pulled an assault rifle out from under his coat and spun around, looking towards the back of the vehicle. "oh ****... he's doing it, he's killing us!" He slammed on the breaks, switched off the engine, and dropped under the dash board. "maybe he'll forget I exist..."

The driver heard several gunshots and what sounded like a body slamming against the desert floor.

"Please god.... Please god... Please..." The driver sobbed to himself for what seems like hours, before regaining a slight semblance of composure. "I... I'm not dead yet.... Where the **** is he... ?" Tears steamed unabated down the mans face as he tried to think up the best course of action. The track had enough fuel to get him to Ryza, and he couldn't just leave it behind. Maybe the man did forget about him... Or maybe he was looting the cargo... Pulling it out of the back of the truck, waiting for some pirate buddies to come by and pick it up. Pirates would make good use of all that water... But the driver wasn't going to jump out and run through the desert... If he pushed the engine he could get up to 20 miles per hour, but who knows how long that would last, the thing was having trouble already.... "**** it, I'll take my chances with the desert over this ****." The driver thought to himself as he sat up and switched on the engine.

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[COLOR="lime"]*CRACK*
*AAAAGGGGHHH*
*THUMP*[/COLOR]

**** **** **** **** ****.
"It was just a god damned water delivery... A **** SMALL one. I could have taken the damned mail. That woulda helped. I should have done the mail thing. Jesus..." Terrin whispered to himself as he leaned against the back wheel of the half track, he was breathing heavily, panting. He'd never been in a combat situation with out a team, without Kaye. He had taken her sniper cover for granted.

He tightened his grasp around the rifle's grip and prepared to jump out, guns blazing. If this was how he was gonna go down, he was taking someone else with him.

"Hey."

His eyes went wide and his heart lept. He was **** dead.

“Are you going to move, or what?”

Her Voice. It sounded like... Was that? No... Kaye wouldn't attack a virtually defenseless trade "caravan" - wasn't even a god damned caravan. Unless she was trying to get to me. No... she wouldn't do that either, she'd stay in one place, that was the idea... Unless she had to take jobs like this to pay for who knows what.... What else is she doing to pay the **** rent then? Why isn't this person killing me? Because it IS her? If it's not then how much longer did he have to live!? He wanted to point his gun in the direction of the girl's voice and pull the trigger, but the voice was stopping him, if it was Kaye then he'd be the one responsible for killing her... that hurt just thinking about it. WHY isn't she killing me!?

"Why am I still alive?" His voice cracked, he hadn't realized how scared he really was.
"HAHA... uh... I don't really know. I was going to... but..."
He didn't know what to say... she seemed just as much uneasy as he was, and a chill was running up and down his spine. He felt that if he didn't say anything she'd shoot him.

He cleared his throat and started to stand back up.

She pulled her weapon up and pointed at him, he couldn't make out what it was. "Nope, get back down. I have no reason to trust you any further then this, but I don't know what's keeping me from killing you..." she looked at him for a second. "If I come back and you've moved an inch, I'm shooting you. Give me your gun."

He didn't want to argue... or die... so he pulled out the magazine, cleared the barrel, and tossed it to her.

"The magazine too."

He grunted and tossed it over, then, as a show of good faith, he reached into his holster, pulled out his pistol, unloaded it, and tossed it and it's ammunition over as well.

"I have a knife also, but I'm keeping it... It's more of a survival thing anyway..."

Apprehensive at first, she decided to grant him just enough trust. He didn't have to tell her he had a pistol on him, and she had completely forgot to ask. She felt like she could trust him at least a little bit anyway. She'd hardly been around him 10 minutes, but she felt this odd sympathy for him and had no idea why.

Still retaining common sense, however, she walked backwards toward the cab of the truck and pulled the driver's body out, it landed on the ground with a thud and a puff of sand. She reached down, pulled the bolt out of his head, and put it away. She checked the gas, and for any survivors in the cab, then hopped out and walked over to the bodies at the back of the truck, to get her bolts back.

"What's your name?" Terrin asked, smiling, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.

Her response came in the form of a crunching of meat and bone as she removed the bolts from the dead guards.

"My name's Terrin." He said, nervous. She didn't seem like she was interested, but he wanted to extend courtesy regardless.