" Bind him you say... Knock him out with something like a belgian takedown, and tie him up. I'll make sure I check what he has on him. You don't know what places people have hidden their jet."
Victor eyed the minigun. Could be sold for some thousands. But he heard lately everything was getting cheaper... He could still remember when a 10mm pistol was worth close to two thousand dollars.
"Heh." He had this...look. He aimed at the man, but then suddenly his guard with down. "Alright, we aren't going to bind him up unless he kills one of us. If he doesn't, we'll be fine. And why the hell did you whistle when Lexus went by? Suspicious." He said to the man, and also said to Victor and Eric.
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In the instant that Garret lowered his rifle, Eric pulled out his pistol straight at Ghost. "I've seen what these guys can do, don't give him an inch, boss" Eric said. Eric realised a few seconds later that his behavior wasn't conventional, but this man used to be one of his sworn enemies. It was a disposition Eric hadn't shaken yet.
Brad sat up. He stayed in his sleeping bag, but he kept an eye on everyone in camp. This Ghost type didn't seem too different from Garrett. They both wore the Vet armor, and they were both pretentious assholes. Ghost seemed to have a little more dramatic flair, which Brad found amusing, but in the end, they were the same: Arrogant guys.
He tightened the grip on his gun and let his index finger rest on the trigger. He wasn't taking any chances, and everyone was packing in the wasteland.
"Hey you, Ghost!" he called, making sure his gun wasn't pointed directly at the masked figure. "What the hell are you doing here, anyway?"