"Careful what you wish for," Voodoo says, reloading. "Too easy to bite off more than you can chew with this gig. You've seen it."

Indeed, it's not far from here - it was probably once respectably rustic, but now, nestled amongst the red rocks, it's falling apart like everything else. GENERAL STORE is stenciled on the face above the awning, and some rusted car hulks and picnic tables decorate what was once a modest four-space parking lot.

"No movement I can see. We'd better get that gear and get lost before more White Legs come running."