Mike drove ahead of the encampment for a while before he pulled over off the road and behind a large pile of rocks, hiding his car, turned it off and waited till the morning, all the while hearing various vehicles drive by during the night. When the sun came up Mike looked around for any hostiles nearby but did not see any that are close and he drove back down towards the bridge. As Mike approached he saw various vehicles and people crossing it or gathering around to what was the encampment. He pulled his car over to the side and sat there as he pondered his thoughts, wondering what Boombox and his gang are planning. He pulled his car over to a large set of bushes in front of his car and he threw the tarp over and set an explosive booby trap under his gas tank that he made as he was sitting outside the encampment for the first part of the night and flipped the activation switch, so if anyone else decides to start his car or steal his gas the bomb will explode by the change of weight. He took a set of binoculars and loaded his .44 and shotgun before moving towards the bridge on foot.
When he was close enough he went up a rocky hill, overlooking the area and he hid behind one of the large boulders as he saw a growing armada of various vehicles gathering around the trashed encampment as they crossed the bridge. Mike pulled out his blacked out binoculars and looked into the encampment to see a white big muscled man, half covered in tattoos, standing on an improvised podium yelling out to the gathering of bandits with Boombox below him and he occasionally pointed out to the long stretch of road to their left that led further into the Deadlands as he yelled. Mike then looked at the bridge and saw the ring of explosives at the two support structures, connecting to the bridge, and he traced the wiring to the ledge and followed right, away from the bridge a few hundred yards, till it stopped amongst a large pile of rocks. He looked up as an idea crossed his mind and he looked back and into and surrounding the village he searched for a vehicle until he found a box like armored, covered SUV and he looked to the right in the distance, then back to the bandit gathering and then to the clear road on the left and he put away his binoculars.
At the large pile of boulders, Mike saw earlier, there were two female and one male bandits looking through the rocks while two more stood guard as Mike looked through, behind a dying bush. He looked to the farthest right of the pile then back and saw they were searching alone and Mike crawled back. A white female, in hockey black armor garb with spiked grey hair and a necklace of human pinky’s, was looking in between and around the rocks, tapping along in the process and she looked down a short corridor of rocks to their left and two hands came down from above and quickly snapped her neck. Another female (black) with spiked black hair and the same garb but with a necklace of various bone fingers, was looking through and then she sat back and pulled out a leather bag and started to drink till she looked up and saw Mike standing over her and before she could scream Mike grabbed her hair with his left hand pulled out his knife with his right and Mike repeatedly stabbed her in the face four times before she dropped her water bag and water leaked out as Mike grabbed below her shoulders, lifted her up to hide her body and leaving a bloody stain on the boulder where he stabbed her face when the male bandit called out, “Found it!” Another black female bandit was searching till the man called out and she was working her way back and from behind a boulder a combat knife and arm flew out and chopped her head off in one stroke. The two guarding bandits went up to where the male searcher was and the searcher called out, “Tell Muscle that we found the detonator!” One of the guards left, making his way to an improvised dune buggy till a knife flew in the air and struck at the middle of his neck, below the back of the skull, and fell dead. The guard and searcher looked up suddenly and Mike jumped down and fell on top of the other guard and crushed his skull as he knocked the guard down. The searcher then tried to run but Mike grabbed him and slammed his back to a boulder and pinned him as Mike asked, “Where are they?” The searcher then went from being terrified to shock, seeing his face and the searcher replied, “My God! You’re Mad Mike!” Mike slammed his back against the boulder and Mike demanded, “Answer.” The searcher nodded his head behind Mike and replied, “Down that road, but Muscle is getting to hunt them down! They are good as dead!” Mike thanked him and the searcher cried out as Mike slammed his back to the boulder twice before there was a loud snap and Mike dropped the searcher’s lifeless corpse. He pulled his knife out of one of the guards and followed the wire to where the detonator is and removed the rocks that was hiding it and he flipped a red switch that turned on a red light labeled “Armed” and he looked over at the bridge as a motorcycle gang, a dump truck filled with weapons and ammo and two military hummers were crossing. Without hesitation, he pulled back a lever and the connecting support structures and the bottom bridge sides exploded and fell with the vehicles and screaming bikers, followed by a secondary explosion as the dump truck (that was hanging on at the bridge’s edge but eventually fell) exploded halfway down, destroying the rest of the support structures and the rest of the bridge fell, leaving a large cloud of smoke and debris and Mike immediately back tracked the way he came and made over to the encampment.
The bandits either ran over to where the bridge was or looked on either with shock or screamed in anger when a bandit wearing a black hockey mask and mohawk outside the armored vehicle and a white male wearing rags in the top turret watched in shock as Mike stood behind the mohawk man and tapped his shoulder. When he turned around Mike flashed his knife across his neck and the bandit grabbed his own throat and stumbled to the ground drowning in his own blood. The turret man looked down and saw Mike throwing a star and it hit him squarely on the forehead. As he was falling back, Mike hooped on the car, grabbed his body, threw him out and dropped down in the car and kicked a black man in black armor garb in the face, snapping his head forward and fell limp. Mike then got behind the driving controls and rigged them beneath the knocked out driver and when he started it, he scurried out of the car as it drove high speed to the right ledge, along the side, and the bandits then noticed the armored car and made angry cries as Muscle yelled out, “Get those Civvy saboteurs! I want them dead! And go after the rest of them once you kill ’em!” Mike ran away, quietly, towards his car and once he reached it, he immediately shut off his booby trap, removed the tarp, start up the DeLorean and floored it, heading down the road, away from the encampment. He then pulled the red button and the V8 roared to life and fired flames in the back, making the DeLorean shoot across the desert, like a rocket, kicking a storm of sand behind it.
“Mayor, you did the right thing. At least we will have to face half of them if they ever catch up.” A civvy spoke to the Mayor as an armada of various vehicles from the village are driving down the road and in the middle of the pack is an RV and the Mayor is driving as he replied, “I know, but I just feel sorry for the former Force Protection Officer to make him be the bait.” The civvy consoled him, “At least he’ll die honorably and take many of them down with him. After all, he is still skeptical even after all he has done, but a Force Protection Officer does not get sent out into the Deadlands unless he did something really bad.” The Mayor confirmed, “That’s true.” Someone yelled out, “Mayor, bandits inbound!” The Mayor looked at his side mirror and behind him he saw a large cloud of sand growing behind them and black dots growing larger to reveal the armada of bandits coming right for them. The Mayor then pulled out a handheld radio and said, “Everyone pull together tight. We have company.” The bandits started catching up fast with Muscle driving a vehicle that looks like a rocket and several 14 wheelers behind him with people hanging or attached to bendable poles and various other vehicles around them. Muscle pulled out a radio and held it to his mask as he ordered, “No prisoners!” And there was a loud cheer as they descended on the Civvy armada.
On an armored truck, a female bandit pulled out an RPG in the turret, fired and a minivan, filled with goods, exploded. Someone yelled in the Mayor’s radio, “Mayor they got Carson!” The Mayor asked, “Do you see the FP Officer anywhere?” The same person replied, “No!” A grappling hook flew from a pickup truck, covered with rammers, and hooked onto a dirt bike behind a short bus and tore the bike off and was run over as Boombox cheered from another pickup with a four arrow gun. He pulled up the gun, aimed and fired through the back window of a civvy car, hitting the backs and arms of a couple in the backseat. Then the backdoor of the previous short bus was kicked open and a man, covered with football gear, pulled out a mini-gun and fired. The rammer truck was shot to pieces and it careened off the road. Two bikers were also shot off as well as a green muscle car exploded and what’s left of it drove off the road. The arrow gunner of another pickup was shot through the chest and fell back and the armored trucks were hit but the bullets bounced off harmlessly when suddenly the mini-gun ceased firing. The civvy shook the gun and pounded it with his fist as he cursed at it when a voice on the radio asked, “What’s going on?” The gunner of the mini-gun yelled back in reply, “It’s jammed!” Muscle then pulled out a spear gun, fired, spearing the gunner in the stomach as he fell back into the bus. A male bandit then fired a LAW rocket from a turret of an armored car and it struck the civvy gunner and the back of the short bus exploded and started swerving on the road, hitting other civvy cars and trucks before it exploded again and the driver and passenger of a bandit dune buggy covered their faces and screamed as they hit the back of the bus. Muscle struck his left fist on his right hand as he yelled, “Hammer them!”