"Alright-y varmints, I think it's high time we show these tit-suckin' sons-o'-bitches who runs this wasteland! Everyone, get yer shit together. We're hittin' the dirt in fifteen minutes!"
Warren was glad the meeting was over. As much as he liked Pixie... Jeez, she had a vile mouth. Why bandits feel the need to talk like assholes, he'd never know. Maybe it was the greed. Wrath was a much better sin to indulge in, though that might be pride.
He shrugged as he slipped his mask on while walking over to a vehicle, thinking about what he was to do. Seemed she was too busy concerning herself with the others that he was left to interpret orders on his own...
'Protect Ricky, leave no survivors.' He grinned under his mask, it was going to be a fun day. The weight of the rifle in his arms, the ammo in his pocket, and the sword on his back... He was prepared physically. He'd lose himself when the time came. All he had to do now was wait....
He ejected the mag, and repeated the action again. It caused a few confused glances, now after the 10th seemed the crew in his vehicle was getting annoyed. If it wasn't for the fact that they knew Warren, and what he could do when he snapped, they might've spoken up. They were cowards in the eyes of Smiles.
"LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!"
The crew was relieved as Warren inserted the mag for the last time, and looked forward, at nothing. He began the mental preparations as his vision glazed over. Soon there would be blood and gore, hopefully most of it belonging to the enemies.
Warren was glad the meeting was over. As much as he liked Pixie... Jeez, she had a vile mouth. Why bandits feel the need to talk like assholes, he'd never know. Maybe it was the greed. Wrath was a much better sin to indulge in, though that might be pride.
He shrugged as he slipped his mask on while walking over to a vehicle, thinking about what he was to do. Seemed she was too busy concerning herself with the others that he was left to interpret orders on his own...
'Protect Ricky, leave no survivors.' He grinned under his mask, it was going to be a fun day. The weight of the rifle in his arms, the ammo in his pocket, and the sword on his back... He was prepared physically. He'd lose himself when the time came. All he had to do now was wait....
He ejected the mag, and repeated the action again. It caused a few confused glances, now after the 10th seemed the crew in his vehicle was getting annoyed. If it wasn't for the fact that they knew Warren, and what he could do when he snapped, they might've spoken up. They were cowards in the eyes of Smiles.
"LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!"
The crew was relieved as Warren inserted the mag for the last time, and looked forward, at nothing. He began the mental preparations as his vision glazed over. Soon there would be blood and gore, hopefully most of it belonging to the enemies.