whiner and dinner

The culprits long gone from the escape pod where now sitting in a quinjet having drinks.

About a half hour later what was left of the facility as well as the town was decimated by a series of explosions from the remaining bombs made by Tral before.

Everyone in the group staring at each other in silence slowly sipping on their drinks. "Ok I'm going to be the first one to say it but that back there was messed up" Darick broke the silence that had stagnated the air.

Gara looked around as she took a deep drag of her cigarette "They definitely knew we where coming and what our plans were. The samples we were supposed to get weren't there but several traps had been laid specifically against me when I got there" this shocked everyone including Tral who then mentioned "If there wasn't any samples then What is in the freaky science cooler you brought back?"

Gara laughed the question off with a casual hand gesture "well I didn't want to do all this for nothing so I used their needles to take blood samples of a bunch of dead powered users as well as a few of those priest clones but the real question is do any of you actually know the way back to the rebel base?"

More silence continued until Tral spoke "we can follow the plan to meet Arc at the truck stop café.. that guy better have got out of there since it was a trap and I'm sure that army just came from fighting the resistance outside of town."

The group touch down not far from the meet up location to change vehicles quickly destroying the quinjet removing evidence. Before driving off again on bikes to weave through forests.

They do similar actions periodically as to avoid detection, a habit formed from years of evading the eyes above even though the heavens rarely cared enough to intervene in the mortal world.

The party of three ends up driving a fancy muscle car into a greasy café truck stop a ways outside the small town of Bristle located on the south side of the middle of nowhere central continent.

It took them an hour to travel in the quinjet and a few more after to make sure they weren't followed but would likely take someone driving at least a couple hours.

As they entered the café they noticed there was only three people there. The waitress curly brown hait wearing a uniform that doubled as the gas clerk uniform greeted them when they came in "Hi there, can I help you all with some food and a drink?"

"I'll have the menu with as much coffee as we can drink and the lady will have some smokes and your strongest drink" requested Tral as he sat down in a booth.

"Ya what he said cause he's paying and give me a menu as well thanks" Gara added on as she went to the music box to look through songs.

"you sure you should be drinking more while we wait here?" Darick asked Gara (which she ignored with a puff of smoke) before ordering a coffee for himself.

One of the men there (dressed as a chef) came up to their booth introducing himself and telling them that he cooks breakfast or burgers all day and that they have a fiercely spicy chilly for the soup of the day in the back.

While he is talking to them the other man in dirty coveralls comes up to Gara as she finishes picking a song "You got a really nice piece of muscle there, would you like it if I check out under the hood?" he says in a very advancing manner while getting close to her.

She places her hand on his chest pushing him back a couple steps and replies "I like it when a man knows how to act properly around a lady" before walking passed him to the booth.

"I'm sorry about him, I'll get him to go back to into the garage if he is bothering you nice folks" The waitress apologizes shooting the mechanic an angry look.

Tral and Darick ordered the chili while Gara had eggs with pancakes.

By the time the food arrived a couple trucks pulled up blaring load metal music. Out of the trucks jumped several leather jacket wearing gang members with a logo of a reaper on their backs.

Three of them stood at least a head taller than the rest with purple or blue rough skin covered in traditional warrior tattoos.

These were fully blooded Orcs, big strong and belligerent. These guys were a stores worst nightmare and they had come to have their fun at the expense of anyone they thought they could get away with pushing over.

The main issue with this was they didn't think very much and it shows as they push each other around while they holler obscenities. One of them kicks a garbage can across the road while another one laughs as he drags a knife across the front of the muscle car the trio of already peeved teens came in on.