[center][h2]6 hours earlier, 17.5 miles from destination[/h2][/center]

"The Big Nothing. Never really called that before. It used to have a name that meant something populated with people, animals, plants, trees and other things of the such. But now, it's a barren wasteland for miles and no longer considered truly habitable minus those brave and daring enough to traverse its territory. But nowadays what could truly be considered [i]'habitable'?[/i] Gastown maybe, but it was a place you had to...have to tread carefully-"

[color=9e0b0f]"Just stop Russ. I've been there plenty of times. I'm quite familiar with the city and with this entire desert. Right now we have a possible business proposition to look into. Someone by the name of-[/color] He said in a low gurgle, the voice box in his mask crackled slightly with each word. His partner gave him a sidelong glance as his one hand moved from the steering wheel to a small folder in which he gave to his masked friend. 

([color=a36209]Play- OST[/color] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-nF8ACz4k0&index=1&list=RDQ-nF8ACz4k0)

"Shiba Pop-woosh, Shiba Ortega. Also goes by Boom Stick."

[color=9e0b0f]"Not all that orginal."[/color] His partner snickered.

"Yeah well, heheh, he's kinda got a foot in the looney bin and the other hanging on to the past from the few things I managed to scrape together for info. So-" Russ looked over at his friend sitting next to him. The man's arms rested in his rifle.

"Where to boss?" Russ looked over to him with his head cocked to the side. The silence in the car was only filled by the sound of the engine roaring and the sand running through the tires. Russ's partner pulled out the picture of the ship they would be meeting at and tossed it onto Russ's lap as he picked it up and looked at it before looking at his friend, who pointed off slightly to the left of Russ. [color=9e0b0f]"28 clicks due Northeast. I want to set up exceptionally early today.[/color] From behind his mask he gave a slight smirk as he friend hit the gas, lurching the car forward as it accelerated towards its destination. 

It didn't take to long to get there. The ship was in a semi secluded area with only one way in or out which was, more or less, a controversial decision. "Here we are boss. This........thing" Russ had parked up on a hill that kept the ship in sight but them hidden. His partner got out of the car and looked over at the ship, his eyes squinted due to the sun. His head turned slight towards Rusty but cocked to the side.

He looked over at him. [color=9e0b0f]"It doesn't appear that anyone has showed up yet. I want you to make contact with them while I provide overwatch for you."[/color] Russ just groaned. "Why can't you just make contact with them this time Pop-Woosh?" He turned to see Pop-woosh heading down to the ship before he slammed his hand on the car and followed suit, a double barrel in his hands. 


[center][h2]Present[/h2][/center]
[PLAY- OST https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTDEdt-AAqQ&list=PLCE4306D5E48EB951&index=7]

Zahir sat on the third deck from the main deck on the ship, tucked away in a darkened area that would provide him with the perfect spot to protect his friend while giving him the necessary camouflage. His partner Russ, remained at the bottom of the ship between both halves. "So! When are they soppused to show!?" He yelled allowed, though yelling was unnecessary thanks to the accuostics of the place. Rusty sat on  piece of bent metal that was warped in  such a way to give him something to sit on. He would whistle to himself as he waited but the wait wasn't for long. A hour or so passed by before the sound of an engine could be heard. Rusty stopped whistling as soon as he heard the engine approaching. "You got me covered right boss?" He asked aloud. Silence answered first before the sound of a round being chambered was heard. The obvious "yes". Rusty grinned under his mask as he watched the man approach before pulling out a picture. [i]'This is Shiba boss, be ready.'[/i] He thought to himself. 

As the man had entered into the ship in his car and Zahir could see inside the driver's seat. [i][color=9e0b0f]'Well as expected. The idealist behind this folly of a fantasy arrives first amongst the clan.'[/color][/i] As the man exited the car, Zahir's scope was zeroed in onto him. Any sudden movements and the man would become another carcass in this forgotten wasteland. Zahir had kept his old rifle from before Armageddon; A Cheytech .408 M300 Intervention, carbon fiber chassis, 29" titanium barrel with precision rimming with silencer, High-powered scope with effective range of 900 yards with nightvision, all in all, the works were done to this weapon. He gave it the moniker Alrramah min Almayit, "Spear of the Dead". 

It was funny that Shiba didn't take any recognition of his presence but then again, the man [i]was[/i] a bit looney. He checked his shotgun to be sure he put rounds into it. He did, didn't he? After checking he decided to look at the sky for a moment before he heard the sound of another vehicle, this time a motorcycle... LOOK AT THAT BITCHIN BIKE! Behind the mask was a jawdropped Rusty as his hand came up to point at her as he mumbled "That's a HOT bitch on a bitching bike. Please tell me I'm not the only one seeing this."

Zahir had looked over to the approaching vehicle that disrupted the already semi quiet ship. Thankfully they hid their car from sight should they be ambushed. At least they would still have an escape. His eyes squinted as he focused his rifle over to the woman. He raised his crosshairs up until they were over her neck. "I believe we are STEEL HORSE HOTTIE!" Rusty chuckled from his spot as he made his way over to the group, already aware that should the wrong movements be made, someone would die. His head was cocked to the side as his shotgun rested over his shoulders. He turned to the man. "You must be Shiba Ortega. Black magic user, a sorta looney tune if ya ask me but aren't we all. I heard you had a small business proposition for me and Pop-woosh?" He said with a bit of cockiness to his voice.