A band of wastlanders

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The two take down the dark and musky cavern to a ladder, peaking up past a small hole illuminated by the sun. They climb up, ontop of the surface and feel a quick pull, right before a huge blast sends flames out both the cave entrance and the hideaway escape. Manny and Bones is thrown to the ground as it rumbles with intensity.
 
"Thank god we survived"bones burst out in joy he gets up and shakes the dust off "Hey look a town over there.Come on will go there now."
 
Wyatt watches from the bar's porch as two men walk into town. They own weapons, so they knew how to handle themselves. He wondered why they were here. "Hey there", Wyatt called out to the two men. "We don't get many visitors. You got some business here?"
 
"Really, you two private investigators? You've come pretty far just for some missing people. Your clients paying much for these missing people?"
Wyatt said this, voice dripping with sarcasm. You don't go looking for missing people, not in the wasteland. There's too much ground to cover, and they're most likely dead.
 
Meanwhile outside charleston cave Hells bikers and some great khan elite scouts gather "They went that way boss."said a khan scout then pointed towards the town."Good we will attack at night fall burn the town to the ground.Kill every man,women and child then you bring the cunts who killed my son to me and I will give them a slow and painful death."
 
Wyatt softened at the mention of being a deputy. He was still wary, this being the wasteland, but if they weren't who they said they were, he would find out soon enough. "Very well. Give me the names of the people you're looking for, whereabouts you think they might be, and I'll organise a posse. The townsfolk will help once I let them know you're a fellow militia member.
 
"There 12 of them I will write there names on some paper they are all wearing rags"he then hands them the paper that has made up names on them as he didn't know there names as slaves don't have names.
 
"We haven't seen anybody with that name. And rags? Any particular reason why they'd be wearing that sort of clothing?"
The moment he mentioned rags, alarm bells began ringing in Wyatt's head.
 
Manny take note to the man, that he is covered in rags and is common in the wasteland. Manny enters the bar, quite tired and thirsty for a drink. He tips a nod to the townspeople who look in curiosity.

"Anything 'tender. And how much for a room?", Manny says in an exhausted tone.

"50 caps", the bartend murmurs as he brings a shot of RutGut.

"I'll take it chief", Manny says as he lays 60 caps on the wooden bar rail, and the bartend dropping a rusty key. Manny shoots the 2oz of hard liquor and glances to Bones, who is conversing with the brave man outside.

"I'll be in room #7, I need to clean up.. You gonna be here?"
 
"I'm gona take look around town."Bones says in a strange tone.He then walks off.On the walk he goes past a large rock at a first glance nothing seems wrong but on the second glance he sees a man on top of it.The man turns when he does so he sees the great khan symbol on his back.Then he gets off the rock and vanishes.Bones runs to the room manny was."The town is getting scouted." He says in soft tone
 
"Scouted? What? We just killed the enclave how can they be scouting?", Manny says as he lays on a dirty mattress, shirtless, smoking a cigarette.
 
"Jesus christ... what? that fuckin gang after you offed that guy?", Manny looked pissed and fed up.

"You know, you've got me in a lifetime of trouble, guy!"
 
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