He had to slow down when his instincts told him a cliff was up ahead. When Sebastian reached the end of it he could see a whole convoy of vehicles post poned in an open plain, but from the measure of wheels still moving- [u][u]recently[/u][/u]. 

He kicked his bike into a thunderous roar and wheeled around. [i]It'll be an hour before I get to the graveyard.[/i] He thought as he headed down from which he came. 

[FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PLAINS] A sand storm was racing. A sandstorm of raiders. 25 motorcycles, 4 jeeps (2 with stand-up mounted machine guns). Music was blasting and they weren't slowing down. A hand signal from the only other vehicle, a bus with no roof or windows, and the motorcycles split in two separate arcs. 
[color=9e0039]The Major then clenched it into a fist.[/color]
The jeeps aligned closer to the bus, diamonding it. 
The Major folded his hands behind his back as he stood next to the driver.
The lieutenants from the jeeps either side of him(the ones with the mounted machine guns) in those passenger seats also gave a signal. The motorcycles accelerated ahead of the tip of the spear with yowls and weapons shooting up into the air. It'd be 20minutes before Major. Jackal "sought" the survivors. 

[Major. Jackal haulted his diamond to assess his commandos and watch from a lions point]
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[Back to Bloodwake]

Hearing the echoes of bullets Sebastian made a mental check of his katana slung across his back. All he was wearing were a pair of combat boots, brown camouflage pants, a sleeveless white T, tatty brown fingerless gloves and black goggles to better suit his red Mohawk. [i]Should be coming up now...[/i] He thought to himself as he cranked the handle a bit more.