The town was quiet this early in the morning, with only a few merchants and miscreants making their way through towards the market carrying their wares, or someone's wares at least. As the radcycle moved off between the buildings and into the wastes Harry settled in for a long ride, thumbing on his stereo to play his favourite tunes through his headset as his foot pressed the accelerator a little harder.

He was just hitting his stride when he spotted a shadow in the distance. They were far enough out of town now for it to be unlikely the stranger was a local, and there was precious little cover for an ambush, unless someone had spent the last couple of days digging trenches and foxholes. Easing off on the gas Harry pulled his cycle up onto the side of the road and glanced back over his shoulder. The Jeep was quite a distance behind him by now, but would be arriving momentarily so Harry wasn't too worried about being outnumbered, especially with some of the gear his new compatriots had been carrying.

Turning his attention back to the boy Harry noticed his limping gait and slender frame. Unless the boy was writing the world's most successful diet book he was obviously in need of assistance, and the twin heavy-tech pistols at his hips would certainly be worth a penny or two. Reaching back Harry unholstered his rail rifle, carefully resting it on his handlebars as he considered his options.