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>Step outside. Perhaps you’ve just found yourself a better ride.
>drag LUB with us
"Right. Let's check this out. Might make for a smoother ride." You kick the door of the machine open and eject yourself from the seat, heels ground into the hot desert sand. "Lub, come with me. I can't have you running off in the wrecking ball."
"I would never! And by that, I mean I can't. The top speed of this thing about on par with a jog for you." The mutant heaves a low groan as he steps onto the sand. "Oh man, is it hot. I should've brought a DR. THUNDER or something.."
"Quit complaining. Duke Nasu didn't complain this much.." You grunt, leading your retinue out over to the tank. The war machine is quite sizable, sand threaded treads sunk into the desert, olive paint worn and scratched by dust storms. You note some tread marks behind it, though--it appears to have been driven here recently..
You halt in your step as, with a low metallic creak, the hinge of the tank kicks up. You ready your fist as a figure emerges--tall and dark, clad in camo underwear and green cargo pants, a rocket launcher laid atop her shoulder with a bayonet affixed to its end. You get the sense her strength is IMPRESSIVE--maybe not as much as yours, but not too far. Another GUN KINGDOM mook..?
"Hey. Welcome to GUN RUNNER'Z." The tall woman greets you. "The premiere traveling wares shop of the wastes. I'm GUN RUNNER. You looking to buy? Oh. What's up, Lub?"
"Hi, GUN RUNNER." Lub waves from next to you.
>Fine. Let her show off her goods.
>How does Lub know her?
>Something about her strikes you as familiar..?
>Back off. You can't be trusting random traveling wares shops like that.
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