It wasn’t the first time Delta X-ray had lost their ride, nor the last. It still sucked though. They were walking along a dusty back road just waiting for a Z to rush out. The still air and excess exercise had them all sweaty. They had to keep going though, this was bandit country and they all knew it. Even Murphy the king of complaining had nothing to say as they slowly but steadily progressed forward.
It happened so fast, one second they were walking and the next they heard a truck coming and collectively ducked into a ditch. It was their truck, and from the looks of it the people driving it weren’t too heavily armed. Warren looked back to tell them to follow her, but instead was met with a sound like a mouse being stepped on.
All heads turned to 10k who had suddenly gone white as a sheet. He looked back at them, and then promptly fell over in a dead faint.
“and that-” Doc started later while carrying a length of chain in his handkerchief. He held it out as though it were going to bite him before he threw it over a hill. 10k buckled his belt and limped to the campfire, his face red. “-is why we don’t keep chains in our pants.”