[h3][i][color=#DEAD00]“A trap only works on the unprepared.” - Codex Strategem[/color][/i][/h3]
The storm was no longer holding off, and it was bringing trouble. Rex hadn't even had two minutes to take stock of what vehicles were still drivable. Now the crash site was about to become the deathtrap Rex initially expected. The wind whipped against his rags, light debris scraping past his boots in the gale. [i]‘These people owe you nothing Rex ... get out of here while you can you dumbass.’[/i]

There was no plan, no clever trick or useful experience that covered this. The only smart choice was to mount up and ride like hell, but the sorry bunch that survived would never be mobile in time even with his help. There was nothing he could do for them now. They were too busy squabbling with one another over whether to kill the supposed trespasser.

Rex has seen him approach from a conspicuously wreckage-free area. The way he chose his words cemented Rex’s suspicion he was a fraud. He would have threatened the charlatan too had he more bullets to spare. Why did it matter? People got scammed every day and he never lost sleep over it. Right now he needed to leave them to their fate and save himself. He have a heavy sigh, [color=#DEAD00][i]“God dammit Rex.”[/i][/color]

He clamored up the same hill he came down a moment earlier, making for his bike, ignoring the yelling behind him. He flipped the stand and laid it flat, taking out a tarp to cover it. He buried the edges to keep it from blowing away and to hide it better. [color=#DEAD00][i]“Can't let raiders find this ...”[/i][/color]

He decided not to stow his rifle, in his gut believing he was about to need it, and got back atop his hillside perch from earlier. If he could hide here, then he would have a clear shot below. Four bullets wouldn't win that firefight though. Maybe if he took a shot as they approached he could slow them down. Playing sniper on a sand dune left the survivors vulnerable. For whatever reason that bothered him, but what was the alternative? They couldn't flee and fighting in this condition was a horrible idea. [color=#DEAD00][i]“Got any more bad ideas Rex? This is hardly your worst,”[/i][/color] he muttered aloud as he dug himself a somewhat concealed wallow to lay in and fire from.