The moment they got out of the buggy Axel's instincts screamed to run. The two vehicles weren't supposed to be part of the trade. The driver was supposed to come alone.
But what could he do? One against four. The odds were slightly against him.
It tempted him to try. He reminded himself they had a plan. He had to get the gemminar away, and she would hold them off until he could get to her.
The plan didn't mean he enjoyed watching her being dragged away from him. It tore at him. The trunk of his buggy slammed shut, the case with the gemminar stowed safely inside. He wondered if they'd put a bomb in there. A tracking device seemed more likely. Why kill one Wastelander Rat when you could kill many?