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The exhaust fumes were thick, even heavy to the skin that day, Smokin' Joe wiped the sweat from his brow, which underneath, a toothy grin had formed. He was downright full of nervous energy for what was about to occur had never happened, at least not to the scale about to be attempted.

A distinct rattle of gunfire, faintly heard, signaled how this day would begin. In the side mirror he saw them, The Desert Scorpions had just crested the rise and were advancing with the frenzied pace of a starving predator, desperate to catch it's prey. He pulled up his kerchief over his mouth and nose, but even that was doing little to hide the savage glee scrawled across his worn face. He feathered the accelerator, deftly winding through the gears, as the powerful motor bellowed underneath his feet, bringing "Rooted" to 140 on the dial in front of him.

Recently captured, the Fire Engine was a surprising easily won battle trophy. However the real prize was contained within it's metal confines. George sat in the back with seven huddled figures, all blindfolded, badly beaten, and gagged. Two of them had special iron helmets placed upon them, preventing them from using their weirding powers. They would be the first in line. With a curt nod from Joe, George lurched to his feet in time with a bump in the barely formed road. With a look of grim determination, and even perhaps a look of passing sadness, he pulled the handle and wrenched open the heavy armored hatch on the side.

Steeling himself for was to come, he pulled up the first of the captives, the one known as Cynthia.. "Quackenbash .. Quarking .. Quizling ? what was it she called? It didn't matter really, especially to the mutated creatures waiting out there to devour her soon to be discarded flesh. She struggled weakly against her bonds, despair sapping strength and her sobbing cries were muffled by the iron prison encasing her head. Graham roughly brought her forward, the sandstone pebbles pelting off her clothes in the forced wind waiting for the signal. For she was to be the first of many, like her other companions, to face their execution by pain filled, blood-soaked carnage this day.

With a muted scream, Cynthia hit the hard packed earth, shoulder shattered from the impact. But she was alive.... she could escape, she could.. the last noise she heard was the searing crunch of her spine, falling beneath the armored grill of Rooted.

George, instead of the delaying the inevitable, decided to throw the weighted end of the captives chain to a rocky spine.. ripping the six P.O.W.'s, to a grisly death from the their places within the metal beast they formerly called their own. Each of their panicked wails near immediately silenced in succession by the steel behemoth as it ground each of their bones into paste.

George thought that finally in the end, this was brought upon themselves. Their gang leader could have retrieved them, easily, for almost a day. But in this case, George shook his head, perhaps those individuals were Evan's Least Wanted.. despite the gang's name...

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Posted Jan 29, 2023, 7:28 am	Last edited Jan 29, 2023, 4:39 pm by Necrotech