Sten and Navarre,
It was freezing cold last night. Luckily, there isn't enough water around to freeze up. At crack ass of dawn, a group of scavs including Flip Flop, you know, that punk with the big Afro and metal teeth, and drug-crazed Rock Spider, with those webs of ink across his arms, well, they came up to your shop and thought they could huff and puff and blow your house down and take your guns and drek.
Sten, I gotta know... how did Flip Flop die? Did you have some booby trap set up, or did you just walk out and mash him?
And Rock Spider, he nearly got the drop on you, right, Sten? That was until Navarre took him out. How did you cap his ass, Navarre? And how the frak did you know these idiots were coming?
Anyways, the sun is starting to peek over the rocky mountains, it's gonna be a hot day. Probably in the nineties. How's your water supply today, guys?
Skinny-ass Pisello is laying there, slowly bleeding out on his back. Who did him? He's coughing up some blood, and laughing a little. He feebly raises a hand to the sky, in a reedy voice, he says, "See that? Contrails, man. Super sonics, breakin out the atmo. Breakin out...." His breathing is becoming shallow, he's almost gone.
Do you think these morons only came rolling up with four, or could they be the canon fodder to see what you got, Sten? I mean... surely there's more out there. Somewhere. Where would they probably hide outside your shop, Sten? Out in the junkyard, right?
What do you do?