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Wolf's Pack

Transmission 1

Luna had been riding for almost two hours with hardly a rest as she searched for somewhere to shelter – so far, there had been nothing; no change on the bleak horizon, not a single sign of a place where she could shelter during the coming day.
She had almost resigned herself to having to travel alone in the harsh light of day, when the wavering haze of the first mirage of the day cleared under a fleeting breeze, and what had looked like a trick of the light solidified into a group of huge boulders standing like sentinels in the distance.
Luna caught a glimpse of the cool shadows already gathering under the stones in the morning light, and made her decision immediately; if she wanted to survive the day without being attacked by anyone, or fried by the sun, she needed to get to that shade and find shelter, now.

Turning the bike in one deft movement, she headed towards the rocky outcrop, checking that her raygun was ready with her free hand – too late, she thought about the possibility that there was already someone sheltering there, who quite possibly didn’t want company.
But there was no choice; there was no other cover anywhere within view, and Luna, despite having lived out in the desert for years, with her medical outpost crew and alone, hadn’t had much practice lately at surviving the scorching relentlessness of the open desert and its inhabitants.

By the time she had gotten closer to the giant rock, Luna could see clearly enough that someone had – at some time – set up a shelter under the protective overhang of stone.
Tucked into the deepest curve of the rock, where neither the sun nor wind could attack so severely, two battered-looking tin shacks crouched together, with no sign of anyone having been there recently.
Luna glanced around warily, shutting off the engine of the ATV once she was close enough, in an attempt to try and listen for anyone who might approach – once she was satisfied that no one was within sight or hearing range, she turned and warily stalked towards the sheds.

Though they were probably empty, Luna held her raygun tight in both hands, and approached the huts from the side, where she would be least likely to be seen – and where it would be hardest for anyone inside to shoot at her.
There was no sound and no movement as she neared the closest shack, pausing in the doorway to listen again before darting into the small room and scanning every wall for danger.
Everything looked clear, so Luna lowered her gun and set to exploring the room, which looked like an old storage shed, with cupboards of old machinery, some equipment – mostly broken – and even a can or two of food; at least, there was a few cans of Power Pup, which was the closest thing to food that anyone had out here.

Busy packing cans into her bag, Luna didn’t hear the slight crunch of footsteps on the sand; but she stiffened when she heard the click of a raygun’s safety catch being lowered.
“Who are you?” a quiet, self-assured voice asked from behind her; the lack of malice in its tone only allowing Luna to relax just enough to breathe again.
“I’m just looking for shelter for the day,” she managed to get out, her ears ringing at the unfamiliar sound of her own voice echoing out into what was now silence.
“The dracs blew up my outpost,” Luna began again when the voice behind her didn’t say anything else, hoping that she was actually speaking to a killjoy like she guessed – as far as she knew, dracs weren’t quiet or clever enough to trap her like this.
She heard the sound of fabric moving, and hoped it was the raygun being lowered as she turned slowly around.

Before her stood a youth who could have been anywhere between sixteen and twenty, at first impression slight and cautious looking, like a deer about to turn and run.
He wasn’t afraid, though; in control of the situation, he looked Luna up and down, as if to determine how dangerous she was, then pointed his raygun away in a gesture of goodwill.
Relaxing her stance a little, Luna stayed alert and silent, waiting for the boy to speak.
“You’re not with Better Living, are you?” was what he said bluntly, after a minute or so of the standoff.
“No, I was a nurse,” Luna answered cautiously, not sure if she was treading the thin line between ally and enemy.
The boy looked at her scrutinisingly once more, then seemed to come to a decision and held out his hand.

“I believe you,” he said, giving her a friendly, but still guarded smile, and moving slightly out of the doorway. “And you can probably stay here, for today at least – but you’ll have to leave the supplies here, we kind of need them,”
Luna smiled as he managed to phrase the request graciously, and replaced the tins; keeping an eye on the armed teenager all the while, and wondering to herself about the ‘we’ at the same time.
“Oh, and by the way,” the boy said suddenly, calling over his shoulder flippantly as he moved to walk out the door, “we’ll help you if we can, but you’ll have to see Wolf first.”
Luna bit her lip, wondering inside who this ‘Wolf’ was – and wondering if the widespread rumours about the ruthless, dangerous killjoys had any element of truth in them.

Comments

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