Snippet #1930898

Leos sat patiently within his AH/G-52, the main systems on standby in case he had to move. His prey was the train, hiding inside a hole like the worm it is. He was the bird of pray, waiting ever so diligently on cracking open that shell and find what kinds of tech hidden within.

His bird, dubbed the Insurgence, was once a military masterpiece. Twin Atares Turbofans dominated the sides of the craft, serving as the main propulsion as well as doubling as wings. Modified to carry up to 6 passengers, as well as cargo, it served well as his mobile residence. Sure, the original blue paint was wearing off, chipping away from the sands, and that a new paint job was in order, but it would change little, for the simple fact that he is one of the few to own such fine machinery in nearly flawless condition.

A few days ago, he had flown into town to trade some salvaged tech that he found laying about, mostly radiators and compressors and other tidbits that are needed. Every once in a while he'll scavenge up a weapon or two, sell them for parts. But he was also here for another reason: to refuel.

Sure, the robed tinman wasn't known for his attitude towards people, but how could he fix up a damaged generator and make it run better than it would originally run. He had visited the bar the previous morning, concluded some trades, mostly for food. He would always wear that helmet of his in public, further adding the mystery behind that mask. Nobody exactly knew who he was, and he wanted to keep it that way.

The Posse knew of him, but didn't know him per se. He was brought onto the gang as a tech-Specialist, as well as their emergency ride in case raids didn't turn out as well as they planned. He's one of the newer members, mostly because he thought it would be best for him to stay away from the other members most of the time. Call him when needed. Each one of them carried a special, hidden communicator on them, making it easier to coordinate their activities, share information, and so Leos would be able to make pickups and offer transportation. He was a ghost, particularly to those who tried hunting him down. While not stealthy in the least bit, he is often skilled in leaving nothing to track him with, and he likes it that way.

"Ghost to Gang, what are the cards?" Asking over the communicator, each on a private, secured channel that Leos had fine-tuned each of the communicators to himself.