The wasteland, just some patch of sand and dust.

*as time has moved on in the wasteland bullets and ammunition are getting scarce, sweets has lost his family due to the wasteland, and a failure in the cryosystems. Now the immortal wanders the desert for his group, scavenging what he can, when ever possible just to get away from the base. He walks the sands his mask hiding what little compassion he has left.*...

*Sweets finds an old a munitions box, still sealed, with an unpicked lock. Sweets scanned the area before kneeling down and grew small shards of bone from his finger tips and began picking the lock unable to defend himself properly while he does so.

*sweets picks the box finding a wealth of nine millimeter pistol ammo, and some .44's his weapon of choice. A storm is over head, sweets looks for a close by settlement, then grimaces, the banks are close, hopefully they'd let him stay for a bit. He packed the ammo and began walking.

*Sweets walks out,a crude bone mask tasking shape on his face for protection.* I am going to kill them if there's a scratch on that pistol.

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" that's a bit of an over reaction isn't it ?

*Sweets glares at her* it's was your husbands, my sons gun.

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"Don't worry Sweets; we'll find your equipment," Misty says scanning the horizon trying to spot any figures off in the distance.

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Kat gets angry " we are gonna get the punk and we are gonna kick him to a pulp and get that gun!"

*a raider is in a dune buggy like car driving through the wastes away from the group.

*Sweets looks at the buggy, his mind begins working*...Fuck, i know that car.

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"Really, who is it?"

Some bitch slaver rounding up kids out here, I thought i got her in the fire fight, but clearly i wasn't too through.

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"Lets send a message to her then?" Misty says narrowing her eyes.

*Sweets holds up a hand a bone tomahawk growing from his palm the blade edged with iron from his blood*Gladly.

*The buggy moves through the dunes and Sweets looks at Misty*Got a car?

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"We might have a bike, but we mostly walk," she says scratching the back of her head.

Motorcycle, or pedal?

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"Motorcycle."

*Sweets turns to her, a devilish look in his eyes, one that can only be assumed accompanied by a devil like grin under his mask.* Get it here, and I'l be having a ball.

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Misty rushes back to town and grabs the bike rushing it back to Sweets.

*Sweets hops on it starting it up, he revs the bike rushing out into the wastes after the slaver. He thinks: I'm comin for you, and I'll pay you back a hundred fold.

*Sweets speeds off through the dunes and dust twirling the tomahawk in his hand, he soon catches up to the buggy, lifting his hand and watching, he finds the salver and slams the ax into her neck, lodging it in the seat, her foot slips from the gas and jams the brake, the buggy stops sending her head flying and rolling like a bowling ball into the sand.

*Sweets checks over her*Hmmm, not like shell be missed, better loot her first. *Sweets checks the buggy*Ah, mens size 13 boots, and in excelet condition, oh a good day indeed. *Sweets straps his weapons in place, he ataches the motorcycle to the buggy and proceeds to consume the slaver, his immortality will keep him alive, but he cannot break the laws of mass, his body needs a supply of human tissue.

*After feasting on the Slavers body Sweets replaces his steel mask.*Alright, she was good, but i need a bit more, and probably some to spare... wonder if the docs got anythign in a cooler. *Sweets touches the earpeice on his helmet* This is Haven leader reaching out to the doctor, come in doctor.