"So we got twelve bad dudes with assault rifles, most headed south, all hopped up on drugs, and more'n likely holding a local gunsmith hostage."
He stands up, brushes off his fatigues.
"We better fuckin' haul ass before one of 'em dopes up and puts two through his fuckin' brainpan."
He peers south, squinting despite himself at the low rolling hills.
"We should be good if we hug the scent trail. Not a lot of cover, but long sight lines, so 'less someone up in that fuckin' tower takes a shot," he says, pointing to Tenpenny Tower, "we'd be on equal terms with any shithead who wants to take us."
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Date: 2013-02-24 01:08 am (UTC)He stands up, brushes off his fatigues.
"We better fuckin' haul ass before one of 'em dopes up and puts two through his fuckin' brainpan."
He peers south, squinting despite himself at the low rolling hills.
"We should be good if we hug the scent trail. Not a lot of cover, but long sight lines, so 'less someone up in that fuckin' tower takes a shot," he says, pointing to Tenpenny Tower, "we'd be on equal terms with any shithead who wants to take us."