It's not long and again I apologize for the wait but again, shit happens. As usual, excuse the spelling mistakes.
Things seem clearer through the scope of a sniper rifle.
Gallows would admit that more than most. He spent most of his time peering through that scopr; his left eye was slightly blurred because of that.
He could see each footprint in the sand as they stalked through the night. Did they think they were hidden? They probably didn't care. He didn't even flinch when the bright red eyes swept over the hills on either side of them, up to the crumbling overpass he had set up his nest on.
They said something but it was filtered through the preciously curved helmet stuffed onto their head.
"Friendlies?"
He didn't even look at Sarah as she slouched against the side railing he was settled on. "Can't tell yet," he muttered, gratefully taking the bottle of water she offered.
In one swift movement, he lifted his helemt, downed most of the bottle and then he was all business again. Sarah sighed heavily and took the bottle, capping it. She looked over the the rookies they had brought along, watched them loading the cargo they had found into the back of a Brahmin cart.
"Can't wait to get the motor running," she muttered, her geiger counter ticking in the panel of her neck brace.
Gallows nodded, watching the strangers dissapear. "They're headed for the ruins," he told Sarah, pulling himself out of his nest. "We need to hurry."
She nodded and gave a shrill whistle to the 8nitiates. "Faster," she barked, and they obeyed. She looked back over to Gallows, saw his head twisted towards the ruins bht not quite there. "Think we should...try recruiting again?"
He looked at her sharply and though she couldn't see his eyes, she could feel the menacing glare she was rewarded. "We get the equipment back to the Citadel," he grunted and they started following behind the lackies. After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "But...perhaps we should talk to Elder Lyons about recruiting."
"She's not gonna be happy about us asking again," Sarah reminded him.
"Don't care," he spoke sharply.
As he stomped ahead of her, sniper rifle now cradled in his hands, she eyed the cartoon-ish skull carved into one of the plates on his back and looked back to the skyline.