With the storm over, and yet more of the survivors arising from their bunkers, Obadiah was sure of two things. She needed to be on the move quickly, and she needed to know where the Legion tribe were. The garrison was far too small to defend a town, which meant the rest were either on the move, or dead, and Obadiah did not trust her luck for the latter to be true.

Obadiah decided to work on the second problem first. Maybe one of the locals knew something? She selected one at random, a slight, brown-haired man, in a blue jacket, and with a pair of glasses. Approaching the man, who was too busy shouting about his good fortune to have survived such destruction to notice her approach, she grabbed him first by the shoulder, then by the throat. "You. Where did the Legion tribe go?"

The man gasped, choking and struggling to escape. "Gack! Ack! I don't kno--"

"Liar!" Obadiah cut him off, shaking him like a newborn. "You tell me where Legion went or I choke you to death!" She tightened her grip on the man's throat, further strangling his speech. 

"Don't--know--can't--breath!" He struggled all the more as she began to lift him off the ground, giving a final, violent shake before dropping him. He collapsed in a heap, coughing and gasping. She swept her gaze about, looking for her next victim. A few of them, apparently in the know, quickly scrambled to point out the way the Legion went, east out of the town, and down the road.

Obadiah smiled, she had a heading now. A force of that size should be easy to track out in the Mojave. The storm seemed localized, and wouldn't have blown away evidence of a Legion force very far out of town. Obadiah started down the road, sure of her ability to hunt down her foes, and even more sure she could stalk and kill however many were out there.