Without anything better in mind, we went north. We got our game faces on as we approached the base, but there was a small voice in my head that wondered if this wasn't intentional collective suicide. Still, we went.
We'd lost our heart, but as it turns out, we were still good at killing. There wasn't but a remnant there anyhow, but we slaughtered them to a man, only to find that the whole reason for going there was gone. A little bit of poking around through the decayed old base revealed that after the tragic gunfight in the junktown, most of the hard boys who'd been holding this place cut and ran, taking it with them.
"So, we goin' after them?" Tex asked, hesitantly. I could see in the set of his shoulders that he wanted to, but after the argument the day before, he felt kind of sheepish.
"Why wouldn't we?" replied Doc. "Why quit now?" Chasity just nodded, obviously glad to have a purpose again. As for me... Well, even now I'd do anything for her. I nodded too, and Tex looked relieved.
"Um," Chasity interjected, once the decision had been made. We all stopped in our preparations, and looked at her. "Do you all mind if we take a little detour, on the way?"
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