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The stranger was finally beginning to make himself useful, though he still insisted on referencing that bizarre religion in every other sentence. Still, the fact that he was halfway literate meant he had already proven himself more competent than expected, and any information on their surroundings was more than welcome. For the moment, Adrian decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, though his beliefs and manner were off-putting to say the least.

Approaching the city, Adrian quickly began to agree with the stranger's assessment; this was indeed a bad place to stay for any period of time. Remembering the advice of his fellow militiamen from the base, he altered his course, avoiding open spaces and staying close to cover.

As they joined a group of travelers, Adrian moved to the rear of the group, eyes scanning the surrounding buildings for any sign of an ambush; most bandits or raiders would avoid a group of this size in favor of easier prey, but those who did attack would be well-armed and ready for a serious fight. An even graver concern was snipers, since any marksman worth his salt would try to neutralize the most dangerous targets first, and the SLR on his back made him a rather obvious threat.

When the stranger stopped to read the various writings wallpapering the remains of what used to be a very large building, Adrian decided to follow suit, quickly scanning the huge wall for any useful information about the town or its surroundings. Even before the other man pointed it out, the CLODIA poster caught his eye.

Before he could stop to read more, however, someone off to his right let out a shout.




SLR-L1A1 Self-Loading Rifle; a large battle rifle formerly employed by the British and Australian militaries, among others.