[Center][b]South West-Marvin Walters[/b][/Center]

At this point, Marvin just ran. He knew he couldn't stay here much longer before the wolves overwhelmed them all. As much as it pained him, he couldn't even stop to slow down the advancing wolves, otherwise he'd have to stop and thus get promptly overwhelmed. Fortunately, while his mech was slow, it was apparently enough to make it out alive, and with barely a dent to his mech as well! He was thankful to the evacuators, even if they did use those accursed trucks that made his electronics go haywire. Fortunately he made precautions to make sure it didn't fry the electronics this time, so he figured he'd be all right. 

His mech slowly lurched up the ramp to the nearest trailer, and he heard the familiar metal "THUMP" from the mech being stuck to the magnetic plate. The screen fizzled a fair bit, clearly despite his precautions weren't quite enough to make the mech fine with this, but it didn't short this time at least. He took a deep breath, hopefully this would all be over soon. With any luck this was the last time he would ever have to take a mission within a Shadow Zone, though he somehow doubted that. Marvin reviewed the mission within his mind, it had gone pretty smoothly all things considered. The biologist made his way back safe and sound, though he didn't seem to like being back at home base...ah well, nothing he was concerned about. The Missiles worked out just great, but the Narrow Beam Laser, while precise, wasn't terribly well suited for escorting a man back to home base. Perhaps he should switch back to the .50 Calibur rifle. He could never really decide upon which weapon to use, as the Rifle was great for covering fire, but not so great if he had to take down a nasty target, while the Laser was just the opposite. Sure, he could use both, but then he'd have to give up his missiles, which made him feel safe, as if all things went wrong, he could generally blast it away with a well timed missile.

Satisfied with his work in the mission, Marvin was about to go to sleep before the trucks took him back to the bunker, but then he noticed something unusual. Was that David Anders, the priest? Marvin had met him a few times, the man was an ex-raider who had found solace in the Bible, though it didn't seem to help his bloodthirst at all from what Marvin heard. He had gone to Ander's church for a few months, but his opinion of religion soured considerably when he was told in no uncertain terms that his family was cast away. Why? For the simple fact that his family hadn't ever gotten ritually baptized by water, which apparently was an instant consignment to Hell despite their actions.

Brushing these thoughts aside, Marvin laid back in his chair, hopeful to get some shut eye while traveling back to the bunker.