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The people of the town seemed awestruck and at a lost for words for these two strangers who appeared to be better off than they were. Just on looks alone, Bandit was the fattest of the crew (thanks to Slasher). Granted, the blond was far from fat.

Hailing from the southern portion of Texas, these folk probably didn't know about about Bandit and Slasher, as their fame was held further north than here. Still, the duo didn't seem to mind. In fact, they found it odd that these people would completely expose themselves like this. There was something off-putting about the entire situation, almost enough to make Bandit call out magic or trickery. Slasher, as keen as his partner, also felt something was adrift and was already taking a few steps away from the crowd. They seemed possessed, or maybe fixed in a trans that needed breaking. Either way, it seemed like the team wandered right into a trap of sorts. Perhaps the rumors were true around here. Maybe there was a reason to avoid this tiny village of make-shift homes, guns, and bridges.

Her hand slipped across the back of her neck, patting the sweat that was sprouting up. It was getting hot, partially because of the baking sun and the other half being that sinking feeling she was getting. Was it too late to run and hide? Maybe she would just keep pretending for a bit longer, until she figured things out. An uneasy exchange went between the pair, both knowing all too well what the other was thinking. It's what a lifetime of living together and working together brought. They were essentially one and the same, only Bandit was a little more grounded in her morals... sometimes.

A woman stepped forward, swiping her hand at the masked woman. Instantly, Bandit cocked a brow. Just what was this chick doing? If she wanted to cop a feel, she could have just asked. Hell, she could have just put her hand there and Bandit wouldn't have flinched. But this sudden out lash, this bizarre motion, it was unnerving. Her blue eyes didn't have to look twice to see the crazed look that was crawling across Slasher's face. He was starting to go mad with the thought of having these zombie-like people tugging at them as if they were bait. Her hand raised to stop him, but he didn't want to listen. It was pretty clear that these people were either mute or stupid, as they didn't speak nor did they seem to comprehend conversation. At least, it didn't appear so as Slasher flat out mocked them.

"I don't know what the fuck's going on here, but these... things... aren't sitting well with me. I think the muts' would be better than these people." Stepping backwards, the two inches away from the crowd. They were slow to move and they seemed stiff, almost robotic. "The hell we get ourselves into?" Slash asked before moving so that his back was now just inches from the woman with a gun pointed at them. Bandit was a few paces back from him, almost so she was even with the hunter. Neither seemed to notice her though for they were too focused on the lethargic crew before them.

"Should we run?" Her eyes moved toward Slasher and, just out of the corner, she saw movement.

Shit, she cursed to herself. They were right in the open, completely vulnerable to outside attacks. They were too caught up in these townspeople in the trans that they forgot to check the area for outsiders. Hell, a mutant could have gotten in for all she knew. Hand on the hilt of her switchblade, she prepared herself for whatever came next -- whether that be an attack from the shadows or a full on run from these weirdos.