Scrotus was now dead. Hope and Glory avenged. Chumbucket dead the Magnum Opus destroyed. But there his Interceptor stood waiting for him. It's revs calling him. Max walked over pulling the dead war boy out of the driver's seat. He leaned back revving the engine his beloved Black on Black now his once again. He pulled out the picture of his wife and son setting it on the dash. He couldn't leave though something tugged at him he looked and saw the snow globe that Hope gave him to find Glory.

He opened the door and picked it up carefully, putting it in the glovebox. Only then did he drive off. The first place he went was one of the meeting grounds for him and Griffa.

Griffa smiled. "I'm glad to see you, my friend."

Max nodded. "Me too."

Griffa continued. "You understand that the time has come to leave these Plains of Silence."

Max answered. "That which is broken can only be mended by love."

Griffa finished. "It's a very dangerous thing to fathom. Your way does not end with the Plains of Silence, they're just another stop on the road until your true purpose is revealed. But before I leave stand still."

Dust was blown on Max and he fell unconscious. He woke up Griffa was gone, and his Interceptor awaited him. He unrolled his map full of marked scavenging locations. Over the past few months, Max fought and killed his way through Roadkill Buzzards War Boy holdouts. He had a mission to make the area of the wasteland he found himself in safer. Eventually, the holdouts became scarcer and then no longer existed. With a combined force from Jeet Gutgash Pink Eye and Deep Friah he led a full-on assault on Gas Town.

With that fuel flowed freely allowing civilization to start rebuilding. The four leaders formed an alliance rather than fight for scraps when trade was so much more beneficial. Max was lost for a bit wandering from place to place refueling at friendly camps and strongholds. Then he returned to the Underdune scavenging what scrap remained. Many thought he would meet his end. He didn't. A few days later his Interceptor emerged from the buried ruins. The V8 roared victoriously in the back of the Interceptor huddled together were rescued Digglings. Max took them to Pink Eye's. They were adopted and apprenticed by the mechanics. He refueled the Interceptor and started it up. The V8 sputtered spewing black smoke out the exhaust. With Pink Eye's help, his engine was diagnosed.

"Well, kid your engine is almost gone. The cylinder walls are scorched, your rods are hitting the block ready to shoot out through the hood, gaskets are warped, and your blower is almost about to spit metal shavings into itself. In short everything on it is going out. But I can put in additives that will postpone the inevitable."

Max put his hand on his Interceptor. "Do what you can I need a break."

He started up a pickup and sat off to seek guidance from Griffa and sure enough, he was there. Griffa walked towards Max with a serious look on his face.

"I'm happy to see you yet again I told you I'm leaving but I've been pondering would you like to go with me?"

Max asked. "Where are you going?"

Griffa told him. "To another world another wasteland. There is a tribe in this other world they have their own Road Warrior, but she is only one. Without help some of those she loves will perish and she herself will be overwhelmed and lose her life. However, if you go with me there is no turning back."

Max answered. "I'll do it. How long do I have?"

Griffa said. "Less than a day get prepared and meet me back here."

Max went back to the four leaders' strongholds collecting the left-over upgrades and parts that the Opus once used. He delivered them to Pink Eye where his Interceptor was loaded up. Cargo racks were also mounted on the roof. Along with the back once holding two fuel tanks now more cargo space. He loaded up on everything parts fuel ammo food water. The only thing left was the Opus's old Twin Turbo V6. Pink Eye shouted from a platform above. "HEY KID DON'T FORGET YOUR ADAPTER KIT THAT V6 WON'T PLAY NICE WITH THAT FOUR-SPEED WITHOUT HELP."

The only thing he didn't take was the ram and armor kits, they were far too heavy and cumbersome. He said goodbye and the Interceptor roared into the night.

A heavy sandstorm blew in, but he noticed something different there was a faint green and blue glow in the sky. He returned to Griffa at the same spot. Griffa smiled as he climbed in a hand gripping onto the roll cage. "Ok on the count to three, you're going to floor it. One...two...three."

Max slammed his foot to the floor and in front, a portal opened. The Interceptor vanished and the portal closed and with the sandstorm erasing all tracks as far as anyone knew the Black on Black and its driver simply vanished and never returned.

While Max drove Griffa blew dust in his face. He fell asleep. The Interceptor rolled to a stop and stalled. When Max woke up, he took in his surroundings. It was still a desert, but the sand was a lighter shade, and the sky was a darker blue and there were patches of green living grass and fauna. He was stunned not thinking he would see anything like that again.

The engine struggled to start. Max growled while stomping the gas it sputtered to life. He looked over to the passenger side. No fingerprints were left where Griffa held onto the roll cage but on the floor was a note. It read. "Time is of the essence get there now."

The location was marked with a swing tied to a tree along with memorial totems. Max headed there.

Poochie wandered around at Where All Was Lost it didn't take long to find what he was looking for a swing. As he got on, he saw ruffling in the bushes then the birds came for him. He was tied up screaming. Their Captain stepped out a Blujay. They brought out more rope and wire ready to slowly torture the poor pup to death till they heard a roaring spluttering V8. Max got closer flashes of Toecutter and his gang struck him further fueling his rage.

He ran over several birds before braking. The driver's door swung open, and Max fired upon them with his quad barrel shotgun shredding multiple birds with each blast. The remaining few he proceeded to beat to death with every blow landed by his custom knuckle dusters to the bird's hollow bones made an audible crunch. The Bluejay attempted to escape but Max threw a shiv into his leg. The Bluejay cawed in pain trying to crawl away this lit Max's anger to a new height. Max grabbed him by the throat. "You started this now we're going to finish it. You like killing little kids well guess what I'm going to enjoy killing you."

Max shattered the Bluejay's jaw causing his beak to hang open. With that Max shoved his shotgun in the bird's throat and fired. He caught a glimpse of Poochie in the corner of his eye trying to hide. Max approached the pup holstering his shotgun.

"Kid it's ok I'm not going to hurt you."

Poochie peeked from behind the tree. He looked at the devasted bodies of those who would have killed him. This strange creature saved him. He approached Max who held out his hand. Max took a moment to process everything. With his rage gone, his head was now clear. He looked at the birds he killed and then looked at Poochie. They looked like animals but walked on two legs. Max spoke in a soft voice. "So, you know your way home do you need a ride?"

Poochie looked at the searing sun he made his way here on foot, but it took over an hour. He then faced Max who still had both a kind and concerned look on his face. "Promise to take me home?"

Max was shocked the pup spoke the same language as him. "I promise kid. Tell me the way and we'll get there."

As they got closer to the Interceptor the pup noticed how ragged and worn it was. From front to back top to bottom it was covered in welds. Its windows were all missing. Max saw the worried look on his muzzle. "Don't fret the Black on Black has served me well for decades she'll get you home."

In another spot of Where All Was Lost, Laika lit candles on a bone memorial she was interrupted by her walkie beeping.

It was Puppy. "Mommy? *Howls* Mommy?"

Laika spoke. "Puppy don't cry what's...?"

Puppy answered. "Poochie is missing *howls* he was at a swing the birds tried to kill him, but something killed them all."

Laika was interrupted. "Honey! That can't.."

Puppy continued. "Uncle Jakob told me! The birds had broken bones sticking out of their skin!"

Laika asked. "Is your uncle still with you?"

Puppy replied. "He just left *howls* With your revolver."

Laika told her. "Go to Granny's I'll be back soon."

She got on her helmet, her bike roaring to the scene.

Maya called her. "Any sign of Poochie or Jakob?"

Laika looked at the mangled remains of the birds as Puppy said shattered bones sticking out of their skin. Their eyes and beaks stared frozen in terror. "This wasn't Jakob's work whoever did this had it out for the birds."

She looked at the ground seeing Poochie's little footprints leading to tire tracks. From what she could tell he wasn't dragged but went willingly. She knelt and saw something black. It was burnt oil with something else added in. The tracks and bits of oil led to Where We Live. Still no sign of Jakob.

Max and Poochie chatted answering each other's questions. Although both were in a good mood Poochie felt uncertain about the Interceptor it rattled and shook as if it was going to fall apart at any minute and he could tell Max was struggling with what Zooey called death wobble. Max had to wrestle the wheel to keep it straight. Up ahead Max spotted a wandering figure. Poochie shouted. "THAT'S DADDY!"

Max applied the brakes. Immediately Jakob was on guard he peered into the Interceptor and joy filled his heart. He peered further to see his son's savior. He saw Max flabbergasted he had never seen a species like this before. Max just smiled and opened the passenger door. "Get in."

There was little room, only seat was the driver's seat, ammo parts and supplies occupied everything else. Max noticed a red light flashing on Jakob's belt. "Any reason that's flashing?"

Jakob turned on his walkie and was rewarded with worried ranting from Maya. After that, he switched the frequency contacting Laika. "Laika, we hitched a ride Poochie is safe with me meet us back home."

He switched the frequency again. "Pebble we're currently riding with a guest he's driving a black car covered in welds and cargo racks can't mistake it for anything else."

Laika quickly caught up fifteen minutes later. She saw how badly it was struggling. Black smoke spewed out of the engine rattling and sputtering. When they got their Max shut the engine off it let out a few desperate gasps before going silent. Max stepped out, and the Elder greeted him."

She spoke. "So, you're the one who saved Poochie I must ask why, and what is your business here?"

Max answered. "I know what it's like to lose a son I wanted to make sure this one made it home as for my business I'm looking for a place to stay. I'm willing to share a portion of my resources as payment except parts."

The Elder stroked her chin. "No, I'm sorry but you'll have to find someplace else to stay I wish you well on your travels."

Laika spoke up for Max. "Elder if it wasn't for him Poochie would have been strung up by his own guts and Jakob being the hot-headed idiot that he is would have gotten himself killed trying to avenge him. If he is hostile, we could always kill him but when I saw what he did to the birds it only confirms he's not on their side. If you let him stay, he could help us against them."

The Elder thought it over. "He may stay but he's under your supervision help him, push his vehicle into the vacant workshop."

Max along with help from Laika Zoey and Jakob pushed the Black on Black into the shed. Laika asked him. "So Road Warrior what's your name?"

He answered. "Max and yours?"

"Laika."

The workshop stood before them it was larger than Max expected. He immediately got to work unloading everything. He gave Laika a full jerrycan for her bike and then got back to work repairing his Interceptor.