She took her eyes off the road long enough that he almost veered them into an abandoned jeep.
"I was with the Hawkers for a while, way back--you know them, ya?. Biggest, baddest, rebel band around'. Thas right! I was a Hawkerr! Well, we an' the gang ran into some big tough guys one day, said they had some stuff ta sell, would get ridda the vombs really fast, ya kno'? Said they got it from some fellas went into Area 51. Can you believe tha?" Rye shook her head. No way. "Well, Mac--leader of Hawkers, ya?--said he wanted ta see the stuff. The big tough guys' leader--Angel, said he was--showed him somethin'. Scared Mac real bad. Next thing you know he's ravin' abou' stormin' em out, raidin' em. Unheard of! We only raid the dead now. Too few of us livin' to pick on each other. We thought he'd gone mad, but you know sheep, gotta folla somit!"
Riley muttered and rolled his eyes, trying to hide discomfort. She hated it how they'd went from bad to good so fast. Man, she'd liked Mac. Good head, till he'd gone nuts-o. Guess bein' out here did that to people.
"Dunno' who survived after tha'. I got maself out of there awful fast. Got ta C4 too. Still have some, even after all tha'. So don't be tryin' any funny business."
Rye winked.
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