The hot sun hung overhead as the caravan of men trekked through the waste, A two headed cow carrying equipment was in the middle of the line, whereas on the ends and interspersed on the sides, armed and armored scoundrels marched their cargo through the wastes.
The disheveled wastelanders had collars around their necks and were tied to one another in a line. They were to be bought and sold at the highest bidder, forced to work their whole lives while these slavers profited from their misery. Or so they would be if luck hadn't been on their side.
BANG! Ka-plunt!
"s**t! Ripper's down!" one of them called out as their ally fell to the ground alongside the remnants of his skull. From a nearby ridge a man in green armor leaped out, shotgun on his back and scoped .45 in his hand.
"I got this piece of shi-arck!" He almost got his firearm before he fell down dead.
One alongside him was able to pull out their Chinese pistol before a bullet flew threw his wrist, making him drop it. Another shot hit him in the kneecap, dropping him down to the sand before the third could hit his forehead.
By this time, the last slaver in the group was about to flank around the ranger and get the jump on him. "Gotcha shithead!" he said with a dirty grin as he clicked the trigger on his 10mm pistol.
Click, chicka, click.
"Wha...?" Jammed.
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