"Alright let's get this crap in the Jeep, and then we can blow this popsicle stand

"Alright let's get this crap in the Jeep, and then we can blow this popsicle stand!" shouted Loken from inside the doorway of Andy's Gun Shop. "Sir, KeVs reporting that were going to have company in about three minutes unless we move it, now!" Yelled Brian from the driver's seat of the lead Jeep.

"Ok let's move it out ladies" Loken shouted to the twelve men loading up this week's supply of ammunition. Swinging his M-16 up into its resting position, Loken walked out into the bright sunlight of Las Vegas, Nevada. "Start moving the convoy, but keep it below thirty this time, I don't want a repeat of last weeks incident." He said sliding onto the passenger's seat of the lead Jeep or LJ as the men called it.

"I wouldn't even think about it sir." Replied Brian with a dust grin to match the laughter in his voice, remembering last's weeks ammo run when Kale's trailer nearly dumped all of its fuel from driving to fast. The three Jeeps, yellow, red, and blue, were going west on Boulder highway towards base camp, each ones trailer full of food and water, fuel, and or weapons and ammunition. Red Jeep or RJ were responsible for the food and water, Blue Jeep or BJ were responsible for the fuel, and yellow Jeep or LJ were responsible for the weapons and ammunition. Each Jeep was outfitted for the rugged terrain that they had to cross with a 16 foot trailer, winches, all terrain tires, steel plated doors and hoods, as well as a 50. caliber machine gun mounted on the roof of each. The big gun wasn't very accurate but it produced so much fire and its rounds so heavy that there was usually nothing left of infected to be of any real threat.

Brian, Loken's firs Captain, was driving LJ and talking to his brother Kevin, or KeVs as the men called him. Kevin was in charge of anything and everything technical. Kevin was ran over at the tender age of eleven and after the doctors amputated his leg he was bitter and angry towards the world, therefore he turned his considerable talents to the wonderful world of, yes you guessed it, hacking. Kevin could hack into just about anything, and he did it with a smile on his face, There was nothing Kevin liked more then a challenge, he relished them. When the war with the infected started Loken had opted to let him go with Loken's mother and sisters, don't' get it wrong he loved the kid but that's what he was, a kid. After finding his talents needed more then ever though, Loken was more then glad to have Kevin's talents for him to put to use.

"Sir, were getting a strange transmission from an un-cleared sector by, American Gun and Lock, KeVs patching it through now." Brian said holding his Sony earpiece to his ear with one hand the other still on the steering wheel. "Patch it through to channel 9, I don't want the men to hear it, just incase it's like the last one." Loken replied, shuddering at the thought of the band of seven people that had called for rescue, by the time Loken and his men had gotten there all of the seven were dead, so much of them eaten that they were past even the turning point. They had been avenged.

Switching his earpiece to channel 9 Loken listened intently hearing only the screams of the dead until, at first only faintly, he heard a women talking. "We are pinned down inside a 7-11 across the street from American Gun and Lock." Static hissing for several seconds then, "We need immediate evac, we can't hold for much longer, we've already lost two." The line went dead followed by the popping, erratic sound of gunfire. "Brian tell the convoy to stop, and then tell Kale to get this trailer off of us. Once that's done tell them to proceed on, we're going to 7-11 because I need a pack of cigarettes, and we just might rescue a few people in the process." Loken shouted over the engine as Brian revved the motor and shot off in the opposite direction of the rest of the convoy.

"Signal 133-879-4 hold repeat hold help is on the way." Loken said into the earpiece, then taking a fresh magazine out of his combat vest and inserting it into his rifle.

"I'm glad were going to that gun store, Andy's ran out of good ol' Judge ammo!" yelled Brian over the storming thundering of the engine, then laughing into the wind maddeningly.