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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/4/2017 5:36:23 PM
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A dozen or so Militia Riflemen were stopping the bikers in their tracks, with one of them stepping forward
"Who the hell is Niles??"
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"He's da boss. Big bugger with a gas mask on. Got split up in a scrap and we saw him headin this way." One of them saw a pickup with armor bolted to the frame and started pointing at it. "Ey, over there. That's the bosses bloody truck! Jus let us in man! C'mon!" A few in the distance were clearly getting agitated. A couple of them were putting bullets in a few dusty magazines before a couple of them batted the bullets out of their hands and started scolding them.
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"We can't let you all in. Here, take a dozen guys and go look for your boss. How does that sound?"
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"You son of a- alright" One of the less stable ones began ranting and raving. Seeming to jitter uncontrollably "[u]Just bring guns, lots of guns! Shoot shoot shoot! [/u]" The member who seemed to be second in command backhanded the crazy sounding one obviously aggravated at its senseless spouting. "Shaaadaaaap! Niles is in there an you wanna know what they gonna do if you go and shoot up the place? They shoot up Mr. Galloway! Alright, a dozen of ya find out where the boss is at and no friggen shooting ya got that?" A few of the men grunted and put there guns away. One of them going on about grabbing a few drinks before they found their boss as the group started to look around.
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The Militia men allowed those inside, and after a dozen bikers was inside the dojo, the gates were closed. The Militia Riflemen went off, helping the dozen or so bikers
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The first place the dozen went was to check the bar. To no surprises, a few quickly went to ordering drinks but the others were actually checking. Looking through the crowd was a man that definitely fit the description. The individual had the build of a heavy weight prize fighter and a gas mask sitting next to him while he had a few drinks. "Oi! Niles!" One of them said trying to get his attention. Niles looked over seeing a few of his crew waving at him with some scattered here and there. "[u]How the hell did you manage to find me?[/u]" His scared up face looked surprised. Almost in disbelief that they were there. "Followed the tracks up to here boss. Losi tires on a flatbed. We know the look." "[u]Heh right. Lemme tell ya. Place ain't half bad. Beats the hell out of looking for water and fuel in that bombed out city.[/u]"
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The Militia Riflemen spread out through the room, acting as a peacekeeping force if anything got out of hand. "Yeah, it's a good place." The pilot, and leader of the small group said
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A few of the gang were a bit roudy but mainly seemed interested in drinking anything above all else. Half of them seemed far too pleased to have a cold mug and food that wasn't in a can to really cause too much of a ruckus. "[u]Hmph. Raiders. All of em. Damn good mechanics too. Prefer to run everything on diesel since it takes less to refine over gasoline.[/u]"
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"They're your Raiders, Niles was it? Maybe you could lead them down a better path." The pilot stated, as he ordered a whiskey
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"Can't go around calling myself the good guy. I've done some pretty bad things too." He downed the rest of his drink and sighed. "Wasn't always like this. Used to be a marine. One of the good guys. Chief engineer"
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"Pride cometh before the fall..." The pilot quoted, taking off his Helmet and swigging down his whiskey
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"Something like that. Not really sure when I ended up their boss though. Things fell into place and it kept us alive. Fighting for a water tower, scavenging for cans of food in an abandon grocery store, turf wars, you name it. Learn how f_cked up you can get, and where you draw the line. Sounds like some cr_p you would here in a movie but it's just how it is"
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"Well you're safe here. We've got plenty of food to go around."
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"I'll have to let the crew know. Aren't the most civil lot but smart enough not to ruin a chance at a warm meal."
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"If you're gonna be taking from the lounge though. You better get out fast. Everything you eat here, you gotta pay for."
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Niles sighed. He knew it was a common mistake so he didn't seem too aggravated. "Were raiders not thieves. If your talking about paying, I've got more than enough cash to pay for em.
