"Is Andy a stupid nickname?"

He actually had to think about that one. He'd heard some people call him that before, but only some - it wasn't like he regularly socialized or, god forbid, associated with other people well enough to get into the stage of nicknames. There was a time in the past where Andreis insisted he go by the full name for some reason he couldn't quite recall. Probably had something to do with pride and/or heritage. Except, that was just silly- people like him had no such things to speak of. 

Mick spoke up, "I have dossiers on everything; you don't live to 32 in this shitty county without doing your research on the world around you, and I sure as hell wasn't going to recruit a bunch of random outlaws for such an important and lucrative job."

The scavenger offered no reply or retort. Andreis couldn't help but wonder if that was meant to be some sort of omen, considering he was a year younger than his employer. He didn't know why he remembered that, considering his tendency of not paying attention to the passing of dates- he scarcely ever recalled his own birthday. Maybe it was time to start again.

Andreis turned back to Nash and answered, "I suppose not."

With little other fanfare, Mr. Mercer beckoned the road crew to prepare to shove off. The employer gave them a brief rundown of their first leg: they would take a more direct path on the rocky plains. With that plan came the requirement for drivers to lead the pack safely through - Wingjack, Oshkosh, and Banshee, the vehicles Mick recognized as suitable for off-road terrain. He really had done his research, however drunk he had been.

Hefting himself onto the roof, Andreis slipped through the hatch and shut the lid behind him. The cockpit was hot and a little dry, a fact that wouldn't change until he built up some speed to let the wind flow. The wastelander only went through a brief checkup before the gunned the engine to life, peeling out of the garage with little hesitation.

"Wingjack here," Andreis reported along with the others as the convoy set off. "Looking good so far. Weather's a bit warm, but conditions are clear otherwise. I'll try and lead us down the clearest path so we can keep good pace."