Day ??? of year 384 Post-Downfall
Sunstorm onset

[h3]The Lone Survivor[/h3]
	[i]“I... well, we don’t have...”[/i]  the woman sputtered. [i]"I..."[/i]
	As Kay slowed down her gait and eventually stopped, Enn adjusted his speed accordingly, making sure to stick to her side as instructed. Arms neutrally hanging by his sides, hands half a dozen centimeters from his thighs, plainly visible, gun on his back, standing straight. 
	[i]“Something is wrong. Something has happened.”[/i] She did not[i] need [/i]to say it; it was apparent from her behaviour. 
	"I'm going to guess there would be no kettles in that truck, huh?" he inquired in a low, flat voice. Unseen, his eyes were fixed on the approaching pickup. "I suppose I'm going to have to improvise, and hope I don't fuck up." 
	The assault rifles were not [i]overly[/i] concerning. Guns like that were typically smaller calibers, and probably would not do [i]too[/i] much harm before he managed to dive behind cover. The machine gun was more concerning. Being mounted, it could afford to pack perhaps even more of a punch than your standard-issue Anderekian infantry firearms. If they knew how to use it, it would be hard to dodge, and unlike the smaller guns, it would most likely not run out of ammo before you could count to five. He did not need to be hit more than once before being effectively dead, chances were.[i] “This is...”[/i] The pickup came to a stop at what was closer to talking, than gunning distance. 
	[i]“Don’t move!” [/i]Well, that part was easy, seeing how he was already doing it. And, at the very least, matched the Anderekian protocol. If you were asked to identify or report, you stood absolutely still and answered. Briefly. Accurately. Nothing more. Completely ordinary, thus far. Well, perhaps aside of the fact that he was evidently a lot more interesting than his companion. 
	[i]“Wait -” [/i]Kay shouted, but was waved off. They clearly knew who she was, but did not appear to consider it worth even listening to her. The guys were obviously no [i]real[/i] soldiers. It was less the waving around while gripping their guns one handed (though, depending on how exactly they went about it, it could amount to a gun safety violation and cost someone a foot or two) as the overall [i]eagerness[/i] in confronting him. The driver especially. [i]If you're driving, then [b]drive.[/b] Also, your gun is useless.[/i]
	[i]“No, identify yourself! What are you doing here? Who are you with?”[/i] Not too different from the way he had greeted Kay earlier today, to think of it. 
	"Enn Que," he replied. "Infantry." 
	That part was easy. The other parts ... not so much, and he had the gnawing suspicion that he would not have much time to ponder over the various implications of his potential replies. Notrau had no intention of finding out whether these amateurs were more or less trigger-happy than himself. In any case, it was probably best to give them [i]an [/i]answer right away. An honest one. And a short one. If they wanted explanations, they could ask more questions. Odds were it would be safer than derailing too far or hesitating too long. [i]Marginally,[/i] but still. 
	Civilians were supposedly more likely to be twitchy than outright executioners. More likely to kill out of reflex or on a whim than as calm, pre-meditated action. As long as he does not move and sticks to replying to things mostly in accordance to the protocol he was used to, it should be fine and he might get to glean what the heck was going on here and why it did not match what Kay expected. [i]Should be.[/i]
	"I was hoping to gain an audience with your faction." With less muzzles pointed his way, granted. Unseen, Enn kept staring at the machine gunner from behind his visor. He did not know whether he was the most important one of the lot, but he had the biggest gun, and as far as the renegade was concerned, it amounted to the same.
	"She said her name is Kay-Gee. Scourer." Not what they were probably expecting, and nothing they did not know, but technically completely accurate. Sometimes it was better to play dumb rather than overshare. He no longer had a faction. It would have taken too long to explain how and why right away. If they wanted to know, they would need to ask [i]specifically[/i] that, separately. 
	There was no telling whether it was healthier to inform them outright that he was alone - [i]truly[/i] alone, Kay notwithstanding -, or let them [i]think[/i] that there could be a faction backing him up - one that knew exactly where he was, and come looking in force, [i]pissed,[/i] if he went missing. 


73:02:12 LNT
(afternoon/early evening)