Jacob walked along the deserted road, his eyes scanning for any sort of movment as he held his M-14 tight in hand. His fellow runner walked behind him, a technician named Aaron, who was a smaller husky whos nose had practicality been in a book this whole trip. It figures that Jacob would get stuck on a tech run, having to escort and protect Aarons scrawny ass while they scoured the ruins in a far away place for lord knows what. The only thing they had managed to find was some type of small generator motor, one Aaron was able to carry strapped to his back. And taking a glance back at the husky, Jacob was surprised he was able to carry it this far without assistance.
"How far out are we?" Aaron asked, without looking up. The grayfox stopped and pulled out a map, looking it over before answering. "We are about a day and a half from The Reach, I think over by Fort Lazarus." The technician looked up with a raised eyebrow. "Perhaps we should stop in and say hi. Maybe trade for some supplies." Jacob didnt see the point but kept his opinion to himself, Aaron after all out ranked him. "Fine." He growled. "We should be coming up on it soon."