I give Mimi a look that says she has nothing to worry from me. I look hard at Last, trying to read her, pick up something I can use. I shake my head, "We already got a deal, Last, and I ain't aimin' on changin' it. I personally killed Lala, and yet …
"Hm," I grunt. "Is that how you ride up in my house, Last? That how it gonna be? Not even a 'wassup! Gigg!' or a 'hey you ok? I heard you snuffed a couple of UF'ers yesterday trying to leave The Depot' or maybe a 'what's with those Obsids staked up …
"Well, this is gonna be fun....
I shot and killed one of the her girls for looking under my mask while I was asleep. They all wanna kill me too, Mimi, so best grab a number and get in line. The thing keeping me alive is they hate Foster more'n th…
"You shoulda woke me up for my shift," I say as I stand up and stretch. "But the extra rest does feel good." I can hear the fast approaching bikes, and I grab my hockey stick and climb out of the bunker under the bus. I walk out to swagman and await…
I hear her mention Parcher as I'm already half-way drifting off to sleep. When I hear her say Parcher's name, a faint rememberin' flash floods my mind of June standing outside The Pit, shock-faced and sweating bullets. In a barely audible mumble lon…
I watch the gyration maneuver she pulls off just to rinse her hand clean, and I realize Gigg you a stupid muthafugger, it ain't pocket rocketry understandin' what she needs, fella. "Yeah, winks is good. " I sit up and grab one of the shop rags and w…
As soon as she pulls out the bullet and bathes the hole with Wolenski's, the pain eases back into just a hot throb. I take the bullet and try to read the inscription on it before realizing she got me... "Oh! You got jokes to go with all that sass! A…
"What in the name of Mike! I cry out as Mimi's hacksaw one-handed surgical "skills" presents itself in a very painful manner. There's a point where it is just hurts bad all the time and any amount of extra digging doesn't make it any more painful. …
Years ago I found this sweet men's grooming kit in the junk, a nice little set in a simulated leather pouch:
Not sure if some cowboy left it here years ago when they regularly used this place for gal parties, or if it just showed up in the junk tha…
"I don't mean actually burn the place down... I just meant I'm feeling like this place might be too hot. Ya think that was a coincidence these snakes came through here tonight? If they trade with UF, then, ya know... coulda been somebody wantin' a l…
I emerge from a nearby part of the 'yard with half a dozen lengths of thick scrap rebar. "Here, help me skewer these snakes, will ya? I'm gonna string 'em up outside the Junkyard. It's been a long time since somebody came into here actin' like this …
I toss Tusk's headless body to the side and collect my still smoking shotgun from where I dropped it near the busted fridge. Holstering the shotgun, I walk pass swagman and deposit Tusk's AK into the hold, and amble back over to Mimi standing near …
Once again the Junkyard fades from the dusky mayhem of hooping war cries, and panicked screams, and automatic rifle fire into the blackness of a starlit desert night. There I am, just a little teeter, no more'n six or seven, in a far remote part of …
It's hard to think clearly with Pops so loud in my ear. Mostly, it's just easy to follow orders. And... he's prolly on to something... if I move in and cave Tusk's skull in, these other snakes might turn and beat it outta here. But, part of me is co…
I know what's she's thinking and it's tempting as hell. Future plans for the mortar don't mean shite if you ain't got no future. "Mortar is locked away in a hidey-hole. And it's guarded by my mad-as-hell rattlesnake. It'd take some stealth gettin' …
"Well, I ain't 'bout dying in my own Junkyard, so fug that. Besides, I got unfinished business. If I'm a-dyin', it's gonna be in the muthafuggin' Palace."
I quickly lay out my plan to Mimi, "I'm gonna take aim and drop that fugger Tusk with this r…
My dander is definitely up, and Pops is basically right. Who the fug does this Tusk think he is, anyway? I cut a look at Mimi, "Yeah, trade is one thing, Mims. But this don't look like they are here to trade. That look like they are here to take. If…
I look over at Mimi who's now dropped in the bunker with me, and I see the resolve and fight in her eyes. She's lost a crap-ton, but yet here she is geared up, not rolling over, not giving up. She deserves I make the right call on this.
These Obs…