Alright, so now we were hanging around with these morons. Fine. But I would not for one second be insubordinated by this incompetent idiot who had barged into my camp assuming himself superior.
I set my gun down next to me, then quickly snatched it back up. I didn't trust these people. I had to keep my wits about me. I was already getting too comfortable with my new surroundings.
We ate dinner with the guy that had found us, then I retired to my room while Red and Harry continued to talk with him. I quickly collapsed into my bed and fell asleep, hardly considering anything but a good night's rest.
When I awoke the next morning, all seemed fine. I went out to eat breakfast in the main room of the old building, which was plainly decorated. A short while after breakfast, an alarm was raised. Someone was headed our way, and it looked like trouble. I grabbed my weapons, and walked out to see what was going on.
There was a group of raiders incoming, heavily armed with stolen military hardware. One man wore grenades strapped to a belt, and carried an assault rifle. Another had what appeared to be a rocket launcher, and wore a gas mask and ballistic vest. The third man carried two machine pistols and a suit of riot armor - gas mask, riot shield on his back, ballistic vest, the works.
Not a tank - but pretty close.