Clint's Decision
"Solar? Sorry, Thanatos, but if that's what you're pitting me against, I can't do much," said Gerard. He grimaced, tapping nervously at his glass of beer with enough force to send the cold perspiring water flinging off to the wooden counter.
"I know better than to expect a fight from you. Plus, I'm not in favor of overworking senior citizens either," said Aldrich. "What I need you two for is the raid on Meteor Labs.
You, Gerard, I specifically need to track the lab down give me a good read of the area. Basic reconnaissance."
Gerard and his riders, the Hawks, were specialized in navigating the Wastelands by reading geostorms. The Wastelands were an ever shifting, ever dangerous zone where geostorms of any nature showed up in frightening frequency, and knowing when they did was invaluable information.