[u]Stoke Of Luck[/u] As far as Niles was aware a day ago, he was a dead man fated to fry in the sun with nothing more than a few cans of food and a little water to get him through the sand covered wasteland with a truck running on empty and a single Jerry can that would only get him a few more miles out. He didn't realize how close he was to making his way out of the desert hell he was in. Before his old rig ultimately ran dry, he started to see traces of green far out into the horizon. There were hints of vegetation at his feet when he opened the door to start pushing the armor rigged pickup sticking a pair of locking pliers on the steering wheel to keep it straight and putting it in neutral. When he finally took a breather the atmosphere was much different. He sat down under a tree cutting open a can of beans with one of his knives and ate as he figured out his next move. No more water meant he would have to find some before he started hauling his pickup again. Dehydration would only lead to more problems compared to taking a few hours to track down a water source. He saw a mountain not too far out with what looked to be a town in the distance. He picked up his duffle bag of ammo, sorted out the bullets his revolver took and put them in a different compartment from the rest and slung his grenade launcher on a back holster. Making sure he didn't leave anything too valuable in the truck as he walked out to see what he could get his hands on. [spoiler]Open. The town he stumbled across is the dojo[/spoiler]