With a quick once over, you can tell that the gun is not as old as Delilah, but its old. Most of everything that could malfunction that wasn't needed was stripped off, giving you a beating stick that shouldn't break unless your stupid with it. As you guys would know, the three hundred with the truck is something that is expected to be in there and that reports had to be filled out after firing to get replacement ammo. You want more than three hundred, you are going to have to pay for it yourself. As you get out of the yard, you all meet up for the last time at the storm gate, an enclosement of steel and plascrete as a way to fend off the bushmen that think raiding larger cities would be fun and somewhat lessen the damage of mana storms. Whether this was a placebo effect or actually helps, you can't tell.
Bout 20 minutes into an hour and a half ride, you know you guys are being watched. They don't try to hide the fact. They don't showcase any outward hostility, but there are men on bikes on either side of the road watching your group. They are too far away to tell exactly any distinguishing features, but you know that there are at least ten, with most of them having a humanoid physique, with a couple looking larger. The roads are strewn about with wrecked cars and relics of the past, the pavement still there enough to allow a smoother ride than off rode, but its still choppy as hell. Then in some parts its just sand and as JD can feel, the tires are not the best for grip. Its not the best situation for a fight right now, as they have you flanked and you need to weave in and out of debris. There is no other traffic right now, as not many people like to head north and you have now about a forty minute drive still ahead with Delilah still going along no problem.
