"Why is it every beautiful day I begin to have is interrupted?" Hits asked the girl in the red jumpsuit.

The glass bottle on the shelf next to him exploded.

Red looked back at him, an incredulous expression on her face.

Hits frowned.

"I mean, I start out my day with a pleasant walk right? Wake up…and take a stroll, hunt a little yah know what I mean?" he asked her, looking annoyed.

The wooden plank next to him dissolved into splinters with a loud crack.

He looked at the remains with a bored expression and sighed. Red looked at it fearfully.

"They're getting closer Hits," she said, a slight tremor evident in her voice.

"Hey!" yelled Flash, "What the hell are we supposed to do? I can't peg these bastards from here with just a pistol!" he exclaimed angrily, and the yelped as a bullet buried itself into the sandbag behind him. "Damnit Hits! You were supposed to help us, not get us all killed!" he screamed. He poked his head up again, squeezed off two rounds and then ducked back behind cover.

"Don't freak out man, I'm on it." Hits yelled back.

Then he turned around to continue his conversation.

"So I'm walking around right? The morning was not too hot, not too cold, just perfect."

He paused when another volley of bullets passed over.

"And then I see your town. What the hell was I thinking coming here? This is what I was thinking: Hey, a town! Maybe there are some hot girls! The Wasteland doesn't have many of those."

He paused again at the sound of a scream from the slavers and gave a thumbs up to the surprised Dusty, who managed to hit someone. Hits flipped a lock of his long black hair out of his eyes.

"So I walk into town and…well, I guess you know the story from there." He finished as Red looked up at him, annoyed he was still talking.

"Aren't you supposed to be killing them?!" she suddenly exploded. "Yes, I'm sorry we brought you into this mess, but you know we need your help."

She pleaded with him as her hands kept working on the wounded Timebomb. Hits frowned again.

"Fine, but you owe me." He said with a disgruntled air.

"We'll give you anything we want, that we have of course." She said turning back to heal Timebomb. "I'm holding you to that!" Hits said as his mood lightened up. Red and Bittercup were very attractive, he hoped Red would keep her word.

Cause I need to get laid, he thought.

He reached into his pack and pulled out three frag grenades, thought better of it, and put them back. He looked around. He was in the ruins of some old building and Red was crouching next to him. Currently, she was staunching the flowing blood from Timebombs abdomen. She said he was going to live, but Timebomb didn't look so good. To his left, Shorty and Pappy were doing the same as Flash. Otherwise known as being completely useless. Bittercup was safe and sound in a building away from combat, being a hindrance to the Bigtown dwellers survival. If she was out here, everyone would have to watch out for her, better she stay away.

He glanced outside again. He took it all in. The slavers locations were scattered about the random shacks in the vicinity.

One was stupid enough to be standing out in the open and firing. Or maybe he wasn't so stupid considering how shoddy the Big Town residents aiming were.

This is pointless, he thought.

"Flash! Pappy! Kimba! Shorty! Dusty! Cease fire!" he commanded.

They all looked at him with surprise and rebellion, but obeyed under his serious glare.

"Red" he said to her, "Once these guys are dead, you and Bittercup owe me some serious screwing." He said and grinned at her shocked and blushing features.

"Do you give up?" came a call from the other side of the battlefield. "Yeah!" Hits responded. "We'll give one of us up if you leave."

Everyone looked at him in disbelief. He couldn't be thinking about giving one of them up! "What are you doing?!" Red hissed at him looking pissed. Flash slowly lowered his pistol muzzle toward Hits. "If you're thinking about giving one of us up, then you've made a big mistake man." Flash whispered.

Hits just smiled.

"Yo!" he cried out again, "you want one of us or not?"

He didn't hear anything after that, but he knew they were thinking about it. "It's a pretty good deal considering!" Hits yelled again, "or we could just kill each other. Come on, we give you someone, then you go home happy."

Silence again, then, "Deal! Send your person out, unarmed!"

Hits looked at Flash, whose hands holding the pistol were visibly shaking. "Calm down Flash" Hits said, "All of you will be fine." He then stood up, dropped his pistol and pack, and walked out the door.