Below the sandy ridge overlooking the drive-in, a tent city stretched out haphazardly, stretching from the sun-bleached and sand-blasted semi-circle of massive screens to the ramshackle remains of what likely had been a concessions stand, and ringed in caravan of mismatched jeeps and trucks. People milled in and out of both, moving hurriedly from one makeshift building to another to one of the cars and back again, carrying anything didn't happen to be tied down, and still others worked to take away what was. A handful of the trucks were already running, belching thick clouds of smoke into the sky as their drivers huddled around each other, making plans, and those lucky enough to have put together or stolen their own bikes had been sent up here, to keep watch as they prepared
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Frank saw the smoke before he saw what remained of the drive-in's sign, and he pressed the pedal ever closer to the carpet, the car's engine whining as he pushed its limits. Suddenly, and despite the chaos he could see growing ever closer, despite the adrenaline he had felt building in him since the broadcast, he was calm, could feel the focus developed from years of these battles kicking in, and he took one hand off the wheel, holding his closed fist out to Mikey, who bumped his own against it, eyes still on the view beyond the windshield. He had no words right now, but they didn't need them. They had done all their talking days ago, when the first runner had called in to report an especially noteworthy lack of color in the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit he had just seen on its way out of the city, when Doctor D had first spun the song and clued the zones in to what it meant. They had made their plans then, and now was for following them
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The car was unfamiliar, but the pair that got out of it wasn't, and for more than just the fact that Gerard had been told at least once daily that they were Public Enemy Number One. It was a faint sensation, no more than a twinge of something deep in his gut, but it was dizzying all the same, and it was enough to spur him into action, a sudden need to get to the bottom of this before the feeling left him again clawing its way out of some long forgotten part of his brain
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Frank ducked out from behind the door, moving forward to the next available cover, firing automatically as he went. He was distantly aware of Mikey's movements, experience helping him watch the other man's back even as he cleared their path forward. Some of the crew moved up with them, taking cover behind the collapsed tents and overturned Jeeps that littered the field. There was a pained shout from nearby that he steadfastly ignored, instead aiming for the Drac
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