@CloseEnough"Goddammit girl your one stubborn son of a bitch if we don't get that damn machine we will fucking find you! I promise.....everyone drop your damn weapons and you guys over their I ain't paying you to have your thumps up your ass get to work!" He said as she walked away. Preston hated cussing but when he got angry all his mind would do is gather every insult he had heard and jumble them up in a mess of a sentence.
He composed himself for a minute and called out to a skinny quiet man sitting in the shade without a care for the world looking hazily at the crisp dried up dirt in front of him. "Hitchcock! The man I was looking for. You are one of our best scouts I want you to follow that girl make sure she ain't a raider planning an attack on us or something." He said patting the man on his dusty leather shoulder.
The man smirked, "Aye will do Captain she won't know I am even their guarantee it."
Preston laughed and agreed, "I know she won't go back your gear your following her in the hour." With that the man saluted and went to his camp to pack.