Ed, with a thoughtful but determined look on his face just says, "Excuse me a moment" and heads over to the picnic basket left on the edge of their blanket. He says something to Evie, who had been checking on Tad. She nods, and they both retrieve items from the basket...
"The car ain't gonna be the problem," Punk says. "They just modded a factory standard Pontiac. I can make replacement parts if I gotta, and the CR oughtta be able to fix the damage to any of the parts we find. But if we're missing any coated bits, one of the science types would have to reverse engineer whatever they've coated it with. And, well... that ain't the important part..." He glances over toward the blanket. "Like I said, I ain't one of the medics."
And that's when Ed returns, Evie accompanying him. Neither of the items they have with them are food. Ed has a portable radio with hand-crank generator, flashlight, and a few other potentially useful features and connectors. And Evie is giving that shattered window a look and disengaging the safety on a .22-caliber handgun.
"You may want to back up and cover your ears," Ed warns, doing so himself... only slightly hampered by the radio.
Evie aims at the window, making certain the riccohet angle if they're correct about this won't be in a dangerous direction, and fires - getting the attention of just about everyone on the beach who isn't in pieces. (Blues is facepalming and trying not to chuckle - he expected someone would try something like that eventually.) The bullet riccocets and embeds itself in a tree further up the beach and away from gathered people. The broken window remains as it was...
"I think I like this car," Evie says, putting the safety back on and then removing the clip from her gun.
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Date: 2018-12-20 01:36 pm (UTC)"The car ain't gonna be the problem," Punk says. "They just modded a factory standard Pontiac. I can make replacement parts if I gotta, and the CR oughtta be able to fix the damage to any of the parts we find. But if we're missing any coated bits, one of the science types would have to reverse engineer whatever they've coated it with. And, well... that ain't the important part..." He glances over toward the blanket. "Like I said, I ain't one of the medics."
And that's when Ed returns, Evie accompanying him. Neither of the items they have with them are food. Ed has a portable radio with hand-crank generator, flashlight, and a few other potentially useful features and connectors. And Evie is giving that shattered window a look and disengaging the safety on a .22-caliber handgun.
"You may want to back up and cover your ears," Ed warns, doing so himself... only slightly hampered by the radio.
Evie aims at the window, making certain the riccohet angle if they're correct about this won't be in a dangerous direction, and fires - getting the attention of just about everyone on the beach who isn't in pieces. (Blues is facepalming and trying not to chuckle - he expected someone would try something like that eventually.) The bullet riccocets and embeds itself in a tree further up the beach and away from gathered people. The broken window remains as it was...
"I think I like this car," Evie says, putting the safety back on and then removing the clip from her gun.