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"Nothing says what the hell like stealing the half-track ahead of time and then dumping it somewhere random and picking up another craft on the way. They'll be looking for the half-track and not whatever we steal elsewhere. The goal to victory is to leave your enemy confused, even when the bullet is passing through their skulls."

1136, Day Two

"Very well. You and Naja are our wheelmen - when do we leave?"

Enrick ran a thoughtful finger down his forehead. "We'll need two forms of transport, on being the half track and the other being something we pick up elsewhere." Looking around at his team mates. "We should leave now. Arrive ahead of time, but act after they had planned for us to arrive. That way we can watch whats happens when we aren't where we say we are."

1136

"Works for me. If possible we should move as quickly as possible, keep moving and get there quickly. We might be able to arrive a full day early."

1137

"How many of us can drive?" Karibi asked, looking over the group. "If we have enough, one of us can be driving at all times while the others sleep in the back. No need for any stops in that instance, which would help speed us up."

Enrick raised his large fist into the air. "I can drive damn near anything as long as its on the ground."

"I am capable." Octavian volunteers.

1137

"Well that's two. We can keep going for a while on that."

1138

"Any objections to us just getting on the road now?"

11:38 - day two

"None at all." Pahr growled as he collected the rest of his gear and headed out the door.

He stopped, grabbing the doorframe for a moment, "Thanks..." he said to the group.

1238 Day Two:

It takes the party roughly an hour to return to the refectory and to find the compound containing the vehicle The Seer promised you. You stand in the sunbaked lot looking at an old model half-track, it is worn but completely serviceable with enough room in the cargo area for several of you to lay down at once, even with the extra kit placed in the back and the vehicles stores box. The front compartment has enough seats for everyone to sit together if they choose and the vehicle controls are simple enough, consisting of little more then a wheel, two pedals, a speedometer, tachometer and switches for the lights.

1238

Phebia nods approvingly as she walks up to the half-track. She scrounges up a piece of wired and plunges it into the fuel tank to check the level.

Enrick jumped up into the cab. His long-las in hand. "Alright, if we're going straight into this shit then lets get it going now. Who's driving this rig!"

1238

Phebia pulled the wire out and looked it over. "Well, we've got a full tank of gas," said Phebia as she tossed the wire away and climbed in back. Unlimbering he lascarbine she took a spot in the front left behind the driver.

Looking over his left shoulder. Enrick gave a Phebia a short nod. "Ready for the fun? In all likely bets this is a trap, in one form or another." Enrick patted his Long-Las. "Yeah, me and Mrs Bessy here are planning to go down shooting. One way or another..." Enrick broke out in a near insane laugh. Looking out to the side, Enrick waved on the others. "Come on you slow bastards." He continued to laugh.