Having ignored her brother’s question again, Florence drove onto the bridge and looked around. Maybe we should leave, Flo? It doesn’t feel right, - Stephen doubted. Are you sure she’s pretty, smart guy? He’s the one complaining about the flyers, until I shoot them down. We would have flown over this in a moment, - Adam laughed at his comrades and immediately dived under the bridge, where the dried-up canal passed. How can we cross this bridge?! - Steve responded. Follow me, - a voice said quickly from the truck, which instantly disappeared behind a skyscraper on the other side of the bridge. The only question is the price, - Florence answered, ignoring the words of her brother. Damn, so it’s not just a rumor?! Looks creepy, - Steve said to his companions. You have good transport and weapons, - a hoarse female voice rang out in the radios of the survivors, - we can give each other benefit. The headlights and lamps on the stranger’s cabin glowed with a violet-blue light, which also came from under the bumper.Īfter a few moments, the armoured cars on different sides of the bridge were studying each other and the trio’s weapons were aimed at the stranger. Actually, thanks to this “savage” we found out where to find work, -Adam wanted to continue to take out anger on his comrade, but the attention of the trio suddenly turned to the other side of the bridge, where the massive, but elegant armoured car with three pairs of unusual for the Valley wheels appeared. “Talked to people?” - you mean making out with that savage in the mask? Did you even see what’s underneath it? - Steve did not calm down. We are looking for these “clowns”, brother, because they have something we can get.If you hadn't been pouring your entire “Keyhole” assortment into yourself yesterday and talked to people like we did, you’d know that the Syndicate is stocked with resources, and they’re short on people, - Florence explained. Well, we made it, thanks for that, but it didn’t convince the Scavengers, - the owner of a small maneuverable armoured car with machine guns on the sides didn’t calm down. His hands are itching to shoot, but we could just leave. Like the last time, when we stole Scavenger boxes. If it wasn’t for him, we would not have gotten into trouble so often. Well, the happy owner of the 88-mm Executioner, without whom we would have been killed long ago, - Steve, as if confirming his sister’s words, made several turns with the cannon. Because this idiot is my brother, Adam. Florence, why are we taking this idiot with us? Then why are we looking for them, if they are clowns? - Stephen asked again.Įveryone was silent for a few moments, considering Steve’s words. The survivors stopped in front of a bridge with a large gap in the middle. The outpost of these clowns must be here somewhere. Worrier, - Adam shouted into the radio, sitting in a small car with racing wheels. You’re doing it again, Steve! Nobody heard anything! And last time too! And the time before last! It’s because of that moonshine. One of them, a massive tracked one, braked sharply - because of this, it almost got rammed by the vehicle behind it. Damn it! Adam, Flo, did you hear that? - three armored vehicles, not similar to each other and without identification marks, slowly passed between the skyscrapers of the East Quarter. You can find the previous part of the story here.
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