#9

Joe sheathed his sword slowly, not trying to make any sudden movements while he was still at gunpoint. As the two entered the truck, he cupped a hand over his mouth. "Hope you know how to siphon gas on your way to wherever! Gasoline tastes like a [i]bitch[/i]!"

"...Oh my god. Joe, you can't just yell shit like that!", Haleigh scolded. She turned her head to the truck. "I'm so sorry for my friend's outburst. It's his way of offering our services- you've got the big transport, we've got the scouting and siphoning skills."

She looked back, noting the incoming horde and the now lance-less jouster. "We do not have much time".