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And after a small trek, the Kitten Hats troupe had come across the northernmost dome, which just so happened to be the core agricultural area of the vacant city. It took Spooky only a minute of formulating to decide that this was the perfect area for them to rest. Empty, HUEG, covered in the protective UNITY field, and it even had 18-wheelers. Yep, this place was perfect.

"Dips on the red one with flames."

And those were the first words out of his mouth upon their arrival. Spooky bum rushed the one he wanted and climbed up the steps. Taking his pack off and throwing into the cab, before sliding in behind the wheel. He took the time to reload the M4 and sigh softly as he lit yet another cigarette from his quickly dwindling pack. Spooky grabbed onto the keys in the ignition and turned them, the massive diesel engine roared to life and he celebrated with a loud hoot and holler.

"Hell yeah!

He palmed the radio on the dash and clicked it.

"Breaker, breaker, this is One Big Monkey a**, can you read me?"

Colin followed the group, pondering a very large gap in their plan.

How many people actually saw the giant mech thing? Each one was a liability and needed to be handled like that Cloud guy and the reporting crew. As he passed through the doors into the Sam's Club of warehouses, realizing just about that time that he was starving. Walking over to the nearest crate, Colin would pull out his knife and pry it open.

Tomatoes.

Eh. Colin would grab one and bite into it. Juicy. Moving on, he'd pry open the next crate to find corn. Not a fan, he'd continue down the line, finding grapes, potatoes, carrots, celery, plums, papaya?, and many other foods that he'd sample, though he'd skip the celery.

Hated the s**t. It was gross even when it had peanut butter on it.

Turning to head back out of the dark warehouse, Colin would spot something out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he almost though he was seeing things. Blinking a few times, he'd smirk when it had been confirmed.

A barrel of ale.

Walking over to the drum of alcoholic beauty, he'd look around the warehouse for any sign of a cup or beer stein or something.

No luck.

As he'd try to kneel underneath the spigot, some God somewhere just happened to place the crate to the right of the ale in such a way so that when he lowered his head, one word would come into view.

Coconuts.

Hell yeah. Popping open that crate, Colin would crack open one of those round coconuts and, pouring the milk onto the floor, would fill both halves up with that amber liquid. Once satisfied, he'd turn and leave, ready to sit and talk game plan with the rest of the group, or at least learn their names.

Shouyin woke up with a start to the sound and rumble of yet -another- explosion off in the distance. Through the truck windshield off in the distance he could see greedy flames licking the sky. No real evidence of a wreckage - he wasn't close enough to spot any of that - but there was no doubt that all that noise was coming from the fields. Sighing, the half-golem pulled himself out of bed and checked the time on the truck's radio.

It was five o'clock.

"Damn it," a ******** hour's sleep, that's all y'get. And it was cold too, a lot colder than it'd been before, and it didn't seem to be getting any warmer. I thought this s**t was ******** climate controlled! Somebody had done something to the stuff that was supposed to be keeping Shouyin comfortable during this engagement - that wasn't koul. He swiftly dug into his backpack, withdrawing a new t-shirt and BDU jacket to replace the torn remnants of the old ones, along with his hooded winter coat. Repacking everything and checking that his axe was in good condition, he hopped out of the truck and approached the group.

"They did something to that Sunstone. ******** if I know where that news crew is, but there were enough witnesses to that robot as is. Figure we should check the 'stone out and clean up whoever we find on the way, eh?" he smirked, and gestured to the trucks.

"S'not like we've gotta walk anymore."

Coming from the southwest, Shin would begin in a field full of crops that would eventually give way to a large cement warehouse. He stopped at the edge of the fields produce, using the stalks as cover as he checked out the area. The warehouse had two large doors that probably held the harvest from these fields, as he had seen no other facility besides this one that could hold the fast amount of food these fields would yield. Outside the two large doors stood a few trucks and forklips, things that he though would be pretty damn useful. However not all of these vehicles were avaliable a couple had their engines running and drivers in their front seats.

Not wanting to draw attention to himself, Shin slowly retreated farther back into the crops. He didn't want to make himself visible, who knew who these people were or how they would react to him. But one thing was sure, he needed one of those rigs and he wasn't going to ask for it. He would make his way slowly though the crops, circling around the inhabited 18 wheelers.

((Is the group inside or outside the warehouse?))

LP- 5 Charges

................................................................................... 4 Charges - RP

Ya know, she could have been perfectly content just relaxing back against the side of one of the rigs, lazily for a change since this whole gig started until the damned bounty brute went and tossed some nasty vegetable remains in her direction.

And raining pulp...

For ******** sake.

Whipping around, a particularly annoyed expression on her face, Ryke cast her partner that usual look. "What the ******** you throwing s**t at me for?"

Mmrf. Damnitt, she was comfortable...somewhat. Though, now that she had been stirred from her resting place, the air around her displacing and flowing freely she could easily feel the drop in temperature that had taken place over time. So that wasn't supposed to happen, clearly, and the female hunter drew her jacket closer before climbing to her feet.

"Yea, supposed to be. So whats that mean?"

Colin would nod. Shouyin. Interesting. The sound of Gallagher fruit caused the somewhat punk rocker to look up, the giant laughing at Ryke's misfortune.

What an odd group.

Pulling his jacket over his arms once more, he'd zip it up so that the lower half of his face was hidden. He'd then proceed to tie the belt around his waist, where he'd almost buckle it before...

POP!

BLOODY ******** would spin on his knee, pulling the MP5/10 from his pack and aim it in the direction of Shouyin who'd just gone Jason on a tire. Couldn't he have warned his first. Jesus Christ!

Almost gave me a ******** heart attack. ******** a deep breath, Colin would shake his head. He couldn't die from a heart attack in this bubble, but it sure as hell felt like he almost did. Closing the radio back up, Colin would have to fiddle with it later. Looked like the rag-tag team was about to head out.

In agreement with Shouyin, Colin would aim the gun at another truck, letting out a few bullets after switching to single-fire.

tap. tap. tap.

With 5 Semi-Trucks in the current area, and 2 of them being used by Kitten Hats, the other 3 were pretty damn useless to them - hell, having them around was a bad idea. Other people could get the same good ideas they got and start roarin' up them big rigs and head on out. It'd be a damn nice thing to have a monopoly on the tractor trailer bizns in Frostchild.

Shouyin axed the first tires, the new guy Colin popped the second with some bursts from his MP5, and Ebris...time to bring out the mining pick.

If Ebris' right forearm was visible, extremely odd muscle twitches and spasms could be seen under the skin. Digits went crazy and then tightened into an impossibly hard fist. A hissing noise occurred, and without warning, Ebris' fist parted with his hand. It bent back on a hidden hinge, revealing servos, synthmuscle, wires and an odd block-shaped object in the middle of the stump - it was a fake arm.

Another hiss filled the air as he further made his way to the truck, whistling a completely tuneless song. The block in the center of the stump began to extend out, which Ebris then grabbed after a good portion of it. Another odd muscle twitch and the bolts holding the thing in place disengaged, allowing the bounty hunter to slide it out. As the clenched, fake hand slid back down onto the stump, Ebris grinned at the weapon - with the press of a stud on its shaft, the mining pick's blades snapped up.

Time for some slashing.

Or there would have been, if he hadn't heard some commotion up nearby, as well as howling winds (I mean, who the hell tries to use howling winds when they're trying to be sneaky?) and breaking glass, made Ebris break into a sudden, fierce burst of speed.

"Got a rathin' contact! Tryin' to steal one of the trucks!" The bounty hunter's barks went over the headset to warn the others.

Seems them rathers were already trying to get in on their good thing.

Unfortunately for the thief, Ebris had already been going over to the last truck. If he hadn't been, he might have gotten away with it, but that was not the case. With Ebris' pretty incredible burst speed (for straight aways, anyway), he was on the big rig right as the guy was fishing for the keys to start the thing.

The cab shook violently as Ebris slammed into the side, denting the door brutally and not harming the bounty hunter in the slightest due to the Unity Field (not that he would have been damaged much at all in the first place). Ebris grabbed the door's handle and yanked the thing open brutally. He glared at the Jimbo trying to steal their trucks and began to climb in, giving him a look that would prolly cause the guy to fill his pants with grod.