Okay, this one of the times I screwed up. Between the chapters of when the lights go dim and shattered worlds, there is a brief period of time changing, it should be noted the doctors did get the knowledge with in the time given, but as an explanation the doctors were busy with the broken minds and with other things such as injuries that were sustain during missions of retrieving and fixing outside the city. I.e. the hospital supplies. There is a twelve or thirteen day differing time wise. Sorry for that. P.S. I don't know if it is somewhat obvious, but the feel of the chapter may have acted like a roller-coaster.
(World of tanks 9:00)
The engines were giving out as the gas tanks were running empty. They had just edged over the crest of the hill before they saw the scene. 30 armored vehicles stood in the valley, they all had their engines running. Nate ordered them to stop, Nate had the minutemen and Danse dismounted and gather behind the crest.
"Ok, I need Danse, and half of the minutemen to join me for sneaking up on the vehicles. The other half will stay here with Preston to snipe, Okay. On my signal." Nate ordered.
Nate's group headed down the slope to the first vehicle, it was a TOG II. Nate peered through a slot to find him looking face to face with commander, at this time Nate was standing on the back of the TOG II, even with the power armor, he fell. When he hit the back of the TOG II, he fell through the thin layer of armor. Upon falling through he hit the engine, he expected gunfire. All that was heard was his own breathing.
The hull was covered in maps and wanted posters, nate kept looking while laying on the engine. He saw one that caught his eye, it was a poster with sharpie covering the face. It read; wanted: Carl fighter, 1 million gold and 10 million silver. The name unfamiliar, still rung a bell. Nate began to rise when he saw the crew, they were all slumped over in their position as though they died instantly when they closed the hatches.
Nate stood up on the engine, the groans of the steel told him to get off it. He grabbed the edge of the hole and hoisted himself out, as he did danse asked what was wrong.
"everything, the crew is dead, the engine is running and we are so unable to take on the reality. We are stranded, the only thing is a supposed direction that maybe a rouse, a death trap. I am a soldier from a bygone era in a world that is unsure and at this point going out my mind. Of all the things, I am seeming to be losing my mind, hell I am 200 years old and I am fighting a second war in a whole other world." Nate explained.
"look, I know our mission is somewhat endangered, but we must continue our trek towards the town. So, calm down we need a steady mind if we should survive in battle." Danse concluded.
Danse signaled Preston to come to them. After a few minutes he arrived with the rest of them Nate counted his forces and realized they had a problem.
"okay, we have a problem, we arrived in five trucks and we can only fit fourteen tanks thanks to this tank (he pats the tog II's side) being out of commission. We will need 60 of us to take a ride in the tanks. The rest will have to take the trucks, me and danse are a have to for riding in the trucks." Nate briefed them.
After that Nate ordered half of the minutemen to clear the tanks of their corpses while him and danse filled some jerry cans and filled up the two trucks and the rest check the supplies. Several minutes later the report was given to Nate. It reports the tanks had been resupplied within a day or two, fuel was around fifth teen out of sixteen filled and the ammo was barely used.
"these guys must have just recently stop with a town or a traveling supplier. Otherwise they have just hit a town or faced off against another group. Either way, we can make it." The minuteman who gave him the paper said.
Everything was set, the minutemen had the tanks all set and ready to go, danse and Preston loaded up on the first truck while Nate exited the power armor and put it in the truck while he fueled a halftrack that had a flak cannon on the back and order two minutemen to get in the cabin while he got in the gunner seat. After that the engines revved as the wheels and tracks began to move in motion, all going to Mountville, they didn't know it but they were within several hours of the town.
(mountville 09:00)
The hospital was packed with victims, the ones who were recently freed from memories and the ones who still had to go under the knife. Almost all the victims that went survived, though there was already one who had suffered an injury to the brain. They would have only minor problems such as lack of fear as they had a part of the frontal lobe cut by accident.
Though the crew of star was now going under the knife. After a minute that the person that with the frontal lobe had come out of exam room A, carl came out of exam B, his eye still was closed. Meme was wheeling him out of the room to a recovery room, the hallway was filled with people trying to get a glimpse of him. It was mostly the tankers, but there was Zeke. When he was put on the hospital bed, meme rolled the operating table back to the exam room.
Carl was out for hours before the doctors had completed the surgeries with the rest of the crew and the rest of the town citizens. Carl woke up to a group of tankers and his crew surrounding him, they wait for him to say something.
"well, I guess it is time you know, (ahem) as you all kno-" carl began before meme interrupted.
"cut the crap, we explained the brain bomb, we don't need a mass explanation. What we need is our next order, zeke is already getting planes in the air to locate the group of foreigners and the enemy. We on the other hand are still sitting on our asses."
The room look at carl as he realized there was still a battle to be fought.
"well let's get our asses in gear, we got some assholes who think they can take away our freedom, should we give it up for a meaningless currency?" Carl asked the crowd. The crowd instantly responded with a united no.
"then let's get to our stations!" Carl responded with.
