Day break came. Hawke stood outside alone watching the cranes load up the Convoy onto the separate carts. The sight was something of ore. Roughnecks worked hard securing the large behemoth of a truck. The second truck had been to badly damaged and one of the carriers had been replaced with a much larger one. This held a large midi gun on the top. The whole of the convoy had been painted white. Behind Hawke came Greyson. “I assume your team will be ready shortly.” He said. Hawke smiled. He took another cigar from his golden case lit it and inhaled. “A wise man would tell yeah those things will kill you. But somehow I think this time you’ll be long gone before that could happen.” Greyson said. “You know Grey look after yourself won’t you. And take care of that family of yours.” Hawke said. Greyson looked up at the grey sky emerging from the dark clouds. “You ain’t coming back are you.” “Look after yourself Grey.” Hawke said turning away to head back to the Tavern. Three Orlock’s jumped up into the train followed by a Roughneck. She headed for the steam engine piloting. Several English stood around the train guns held tight golden goggles on. Greyson watched his brother in law walk into the tavern. ***** “Get your gear together we’re leaving.” Hawke said allowed. ***** The Guards went to fetch those not in the bar. ***** The Group gathered outside the train came slowly into view steam coming from the front. Two Orlocks and a female Roughneck stood wrapped up warm in the main steam engine. Gaston was already onboard on the last cart armed with a Sniper rifle and sat at the very end of the train. Mika followed Chris and Spencer into the main passenger cabin they stepped inside the train was like something of true engineering. Inside was carpeted in a red carpert the walls were white and a small bar was placed at the end of the carriage in the corner. Louie Made his way for that. David sat in a side seat by a window with Gask opposite Sadie and Drake entered the cabin guns held firm and sat by the doors on the side of the carriage. Artie and Eve stepped up and made their way for a seat near a window. Helena and Dr. O. Djalili took a seat by the corner bar. Hawke looked back at Elwood and Greyson who stood watching. “”She’d have wanted you to live you know.” Greyson called. “Goodbye.” Replied Hawke. Greyson stood for a while watching his friend and the train leave Elwood a sadness filled him at the thought of never seeing his brother in law and best friend again. “Good luck my friend.” He said to himself. Hawke watched from the back of the train as Elwood became a distant memory. Gaston stood next to him. Neither man spoke they just looked out at the snow that covered the place. It wasn’t long before Elwood was gone.
“If I thought you were a threat to anyone here,” she said after a pause, “You would already be dead.” He smirked at her "Is that so?" he pointed at his chest "Look i've been hacked to pieces, although he didn't get away so lighty"...... he never mentioned how he was hoping she would ask...."OOOHH and i got shot in the ass and some how i'm still alive" "Well... i have already got my stronge beliefs about one member being a Reaver" he nodded his head towards Chris "She left with him.... but the main give away was she let her 'Kaze Bezhni' uncovered..... alcohol" he said "By the way you have beautiful eyes" he said trying to salvage anything he could
Mika hung back a little in the train car, watching the others. So far she felt fine, no different from the shot Omar had given her. The little gauze square was long since off the injection site and there was nothing to show that anything had been done at all. She felt a little bad about Artie. She'd reconsidered, might have given him a whirl after all but he'd been so sunk into his bad mood that he hardly seemed to notice her. She had finished her drink, exchanged a significant 'comrades-in-arms' look with Omar and had left. Chris - Mr. Handsome - hadn't even looked up from studying his glass when she had walked by. Apparently the party had turned to a pall of gloom. Today she felt better than a few others probably did though she did regret some of the alcohol the night before. She had taken a couple of painkillers to head off the headache and otherwise felt fine. The group had definitely changed now that they'd gotten to meet each other socially. Mika felt like she could see fault lines in the group, separating some, keeping others together. Almost like colored lines overlaid on the scene. She shrugged off the fanciful notion and took a seat not far from where Chris and Spencer stood.
I laid back in my chair rubbing my head only opening one eye to look around. "Ack, what the hell, my head hurts. Where are all the damn medics," I asked with a little smirk on my face. This group was not what I was used to. Who are these other people.
Artie found himself a window seat and plopped down on it. He didn't go to sleep, he couldn't. He wasn't physically tired. His weariness was mental, maybe even emotional. He again questioned himself and why he was on this mission. Wasn't there some other dirty mechanic they could throw in the face of danger? Was this all he would become? A flash of fighting aside, Artie was still morbidly frightful of the dangers guarding every checkpoint the group would need to clear. He ended up sitting near the Orlock that Chris seemed to be into. He shot her a glance. He saw what Chris saw in her, though she didn't look like Chris' normal cup of tea. He shrugged it off, looking out the window at the snow. It was everywhere. Luckily the only people that were traveling in the area was the drill team. Arthur was ready to go. In more ways than one, he was ready to go. He pictured himself buried in the snow he watched, freezing to death or suffocating. He didn't pretend to know about death, but he somehow knew its angels were hovering the train.
Steward ran up aisle of the train holding his twig and berries "SH*T, SH*T.... Where's the bathroom!!!" he said while jumping on his tip-toes "I'm gonna blow " he squealed to late, he had already unzipped his pants; quickly grabbed a cup from the bar and began filling it up. Relief spread across his face. he spilled abit on his hand and he didn't know what to do with the cup. He slowly walked past Chris and wiped the urine on his back making out he was patting his back "Hey chris, buddy ol pal.... i got ya a drink, ya'no celebrate your big events with you know who" he winked and smiled at Chris and handed it over "That's it buddy drink it all up," he said with a grin "It's Fresh" he made his way to a seat, hands down his pants sorting his Bow chika wow wow out
Sadie was grateful to find herself in a window seat, opposite Gask and David, and made use of it by staring out at the prospect – the usual, endless sea of white – and avoiding the others’ gazes. Part of her bad mood was just feeling on edge about heading into Reaver territory. Her fingers kept twitching towards the gun at her hip, and she kept expecting to see silhouettes advancing ominously over the snow. It didn’t help that her shoulder was stiff after the night’s sleep, and she hadn’t had a chance to ease it by exercising. She’d wanted to be on top form for today, and it didn’t look like she was. She was also feeling suspicious, more so than she had last night. When no one was looking she flicked a few surreptitious glances at Eve, wondering if Lewis’s assumptions about her heritage were right. Not that meant anything; Gask was pleasant enough, as was Louie. But Eve … Sadie didn’t know her, and the glare the Orlock girl had given her when she’d been chatting with Chris had most definitely not been friendly. What was really bugging Sadie however, as much as she didn’t like to admit it, was just pure embarrassment. She kept hearing Lewis’s voice in her head: By the way you have beautiful eyes. She’d nearly choked on a sip of cocoa and all but run from the bar to her room, locking the door behind her. It occurred to her afterwards that wasn’t the most tactful of responses. At the time, though, she’d simply frozen. Jumping to conclusions, maybe, but she’d wondered if she’d somehow managed to give Lewis the wrong impression; while she didn’t mind a little light flirting, maybe a few teasing threats of grievous bodily harm, she wasn’t prepared to get that intimate with any of the group. And so she was embarrassed that she’d displayed just how sadly lacking in social skills she really was and wondered what Lewis was now thinking of her. Glancing his way as he boarded the train, she saw he was standing with a grin over Chris. Oh. So he wasn’t bothered. Well, whatever. It wasn’t like Sadie really cared anyway. She was distracted by David opposite her. “Ack, what the hell, my head hurts,” he was moaning. “Where are all the damn medics?” Perhaps she was just in a bad mood, but still, she snapped, “Well it’s your own damned fault for getting so fraking drunk last night, isn’t it?”
Artie, Chris’s friend came to sit besides Eve. Eve sighed she didn’t need a reminder of Chris right now. She’d never been so tried in her life and she was concerned she was becoming a liability to the crew. Maybe she should have warned Hawke. Artie was looking Eve up and down, no doubt considering Chris and her as a pair. As long as she got some piece and quiet she didn’t mind. She stretched then sore under her breath as her calf muscle cramped up. This was going to be a very long ride.
Spencer had woke early that morning. Leaving Helena in the bed, he pulled his clothes on and looked out the window. Beyond the station there would be yet more snow and ice and death. This, he guessed, would be the last good memory he'd ever have. He moved silently out of the room and down the hall. He retrieved his gear from the bar and brought it back up to the room. In the hours before the call came to move out, he checked his gun, and his ammo, and sharpened his blade. He then looked at his sunglasses. Such small things, and yet they gave such comfort. He could hide behind them. And so he had done for the past several years of his life. As he hid his eyes, so he hid his soul. He replaced them on his nose as he strapped up and moved out toward the train. He arrived with Chris and Mika and took his seat, settling in for the long ride to come. Most of them were now feeling the effects of last night's 'celebration'. It hadn't been a long walk from the tavern to the train, but it was long enough that all the old walls came up. He was alert, refreshed, and ready for anything.
I closed my left eye and opened my right eye at the girl with a pretty boy smile. "Well damn, missy what got your panties in a bunch," I asked with a chuckle and a wince in pain. I try to shake off the hang over but that just makes it worse. I laid my head and leaned my head to the side a bit and sneaked a peak at the girl. Wasn't she with that dude?
Steward kept looking in Sadie's direction..... he thought maybe his last comment wasn't too tactful he noticed her turn around and he gave her the thumbs up to show that he wasnt offended, but then again he thought that she would take that the wrong way aswell
Eve watched the three on the other side of the carriage, Dave looked fidgety. The Orlock woman and the man with her were dead silent. Eve sighed hoping that Dave was nothing like Steward if she was she might not be able to restrain herself. She’d have a nervous break down and cry in front of everyone. She gave the carriage another look over most of the Orlock drivers had been placed together. That was interesting. At least alone she go back to being quiet and act a hard a*** that made her happy.
Sadie felt a twinge of guilt at snapping, but she was really in too bad of a mood to care very much. Reflected as he was in the window, she saw David open one eye to look at her and smile a smile that said he was handsome and he knew it. “Well damn, missy, what got your panties in a bunch?” he asked, in a teasing, friendly tone that irritated Sadie even more. She felt somewhat gratified to see his hangover was paining him. “Well, gee, I don’t know,” she said, voice dripping with scorn. “It could be because I’m sick of seeing nothing but white. Could be that we’re heading into Reaver territory. Could be than I get train-sick. Could be,” she turned at glared at him, “that I’m the one that’s gonna have to save your idiot ass when you’re too hung-over to save yourself.” She paused, catching sight of Lewis give her a thumbs up, and scowled. Folding her arms, she sunk further into her seat and stared back out the window. “Or it could be all of the above,” she huffed quietly.
I crack my knuckles and smile another pretty boy smile at her. I laughed slightly at her, she was cute and powty. "Don't like the snow close your eyes, Don't like Reavers shoot em," I said to her and I pulled out a paper bag from the side of the seat and showed it to her,"Don't like train sickness, just get sick in this," I finished laughing. I caught her eye shift from mine to something behind me and she even got more powty. Boy, is she a little cutie. I glance back quickly as if looking for someone else and see some guy with his thumbs up. Bingo. I turned back to her,"As for that guy, you are on your own," I said while sitting back in my seat and winking at her.
He thought Sadie seemed angry at him he watched her sink in his seat 'right i get the message' he thought to himself he began staring out the window, then turned his head to Chris and smirked at him "Hows the drink?" he chuckled
He is just asking for me to shoot him! Sadie turned round, the words on her lips and her eyes flashing, just in time to catch his wink. She was momentarily taken aback, and sat speechless for a moment, torn between further irritation and amusement. For all David was annoying, there was still something likeable about him. She twisted her mouth up into a grin that had caused more than one person to back slowly away from her, and said in a mock-awed voice, “And do tell me – what should I about saving your idiot ass if I don’t want to?”
He laughed at her cute remark," Save my idiot ass,"He said chuckling a bit. " Well darlin', If you don't wanna save me than don't, but if you do so happen to get the chance to save me and do maybe when this is all over, I'll take you out to dinner and buy you a new gun," He said not laughing anymore and now smiling a pretty boy smile mixed with some genuine in it. He sat back and waited for her response as he stretched.
Either the man was audacious beyond belief, which was perfectly possible, or he was just oblivious to signals to back off. Whichever, Sadie could stop her lips from twitching up into a smile of genuine amusement. Spreading her hands out in a peace gesture she leant back into her seat and replied in a less hostile tone. “Well you know the way to a girl’s heart is through her weapons store. Don’t think I won’t take you up on that.”
Gask pulled a half broken cigarette out of his pocket and stopped just short of lighting it up. He reached over and tapped Sadie on the shoulder. "Care to join me?" he asked as he motioned towards the back of the car and outside.
Hawke moved through to the next carriage leaving Gaston alone to watch the rear. Hawke looked out of the windows checking for anything. Suddenly the main passenger carriage with the team altogether they stopped as a rock came smashing through the glass. Lewis looked up to see another rock crash through another window. Mika looked about grabbing her shot gun. Eve did the same as another rock crashed into the carriage. Gask peered out to see black smoke filling up around the train in the wake of a large truck and trailer followed by dozens of jeeps. He fired his gun rapidly trying to hit a target. On the other side of the train two more trucks and trailers emerged guns blazing at the train itself. One of the Orlocks opened the side door to take a clear shot Spencer stood behind about to fire at his side when a grapple thudded into the Orlock’s leg yanking him from the train. All that remained was the blood spillage from the wound. Spencer watched in sheer horror as a jeep dragged the screaming Orlock away. More glass smashed letting in more of the cold. Spencer stood silent watching the crazed warriors. “Oh sh!t. Reaver’s.” he suddenly called snapping from a trance. “Really.” Blurted another Orlock just entering the carriage. Grapples ploughed into the train and the deformed Reaver’s attempted to pull themselves onto the train. Some fell and others met the fate with the rails while a few made it. One smashed into the compartment slammed a fist into Helena’s face. She staggered and glimpses the mans fave. He’d pulled flesh from his cheeks and folded it back to reveal his skull while a crown of razor wire surrounded his head like a halo. He staggered back trying to evade him when he stabbed her through the leg. Blood splashed into the warriors face. The Orlock slammed the butt of his shot gun into the warriors face cracking bone. He fell from the train and took the Orlock with him. Both met a red splash of fate on the rails as the train sped across. Helena dazed but alive staggered back fear gripping her chest badly. ***** Gaston fired his rifle taking one down. A second came to view he fired and a third. He fired. Suddenly he felt a sharp thud hit his arm. He released his grip from his sniper rifle and watched as it fell from the train. Pain gripped him. A large warrior leaped from the bonnet of a jeep and landed feet first on the rear carriage outer compartment. Gaston staggered back he reached for his silenced pistol but the warrior brought a large jagged knife down cutting Gaston’s hand from his wrist. Blood vomited from the wound and Gaston screamed. Hawke kicked the door open to see gaston turn towards him behind him stood a tall brute his face half covered by rotten flesh a tattoo of a spiked wheel at his forehead and a red eye for his left. Hawke new him as jeremiah Elder. Quickly Hawke unholstered his Desert Eagle to fire when a Reaver smashed through the window pulling him self in hawke fired the warriors head combust into an array of red juice. Another came from behind Hawke grabbing him in a bear hug. Hawke struggled to free himself while he witnessed Jeremiah attack Gaston from the rear. Gaston felt a sharp pain in his stomach and looked down to see a jagged knife slightly curved pierce through him. More pain filled him as the blade was pulled up literally ripping his intestines apart. Hawke ducked down letting the Reaver stumble over him, using his strength Hawke slammed his elbow into the mans head took his Desert Eagle in a firm grip and fired. Blood sprayed across his face as the Reaver’s head collapsed into slush. Gaston dropped to his knee’s pain ridden. Hawke slipped on the pool of blood to witness Jeremiah take hold of Gaston’s neck from behind with one hand while using the other to rip his neck wifde open. Hawke winced as jeremaih ripped the front of Gaston’s neck open. Gaston’s eyes rolled as the blood vomited from the open neck his gullet hanging out while his skin flapped from the wind of the moving train. Jeremiah then scalped Gaston while ripping his head clean from the shoulder’s in one quick motion. “Bastard.” Called Hawke who fired his Desert Eagle at the tall brute. Jeremiah through his blade at Hawke. Hawke backed up from the carriage slammed the door closed then dropped to his knees and began turning the wheel to separate the back carriage from the main train. Another wounded Orlock came to help. Both men turned until the carriage came free. Jeremiah opened the door seconds to late. Hawke and the Orlock Tallik watched the carriage as it went backwards down the track. Quickly both men stumbled back into cover. Hawke rested his back on the carraige wall below a smashed window felt angered at Gaston's Death.
Eve took her gun and ran through the Carriages towards the front of the train to Hawke. “Sir,” Eve said as she caught sight of Hawke on his knees. “Where are the Reavers?” Eve caught a glimpse of the carriage hurtling backwards down the tracks and turned back to Hawke so that was it Gaston was gone.
Hawke looked up at Eve his gun limp in his hand and the Orlock next to him dead from a head shot. “Secure the train. Gaston’s gone.” Hawke said.
Artie took cover as the train suddenly rained chrome. He wasn't sure if someone was coming in, or if everyone was outside trying to gun the train down. Bullets flew everywhere, making it impossible to know where the shots were coming from. While ducking down, he makes sure his crossbow is ready to fire. He looks around at the rest of the team scurrying for cover, what little cover was available. After loading his crossbow, Artie made sure his nail gun was also ready for fighting. It saved his life out on the snow, he wouldn't rule out the possibility it could save him on the train as well. "Ah, hell no!!! This is some bullsh*t right here!!!" His heart raced with the speed of a highly decorated Olympian track runner. He notices the Orlock lady that Chris was crazy about darted off towards the Captain and Gaston in the rear. Hopefully she was smart about her steps. Black smoke blew in uninvited, not that an invitation would make it any better. It was becoming difficult to see anything at all at this point.
“I‘m on it sir,” Eve hurried back through the train. And opened a door that connected to the carriages that were carrying the trucks. “Everyone up Hawk wants this train secured now!” Shouted before stepping out. The earth was fleeting beneath the train. Eve carefully moved to the next carriage then onto where her Truck was secured. Behind her she could hear the Reavers a couple of them were following her as she clambered onto her truck a rock landed on its hood with a solid thud. “Son of a b*** watch my new f***** windscreen.” Eve turned and pumped a shot into the Reavers leg he stumbled and fell from the train a scream was cut off quickly and chunks of flesh that looked like cat food were flicked up. His friend screamed in rage and Eve laughed at him giving a fleshy smile.
