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]"