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what?” he asked.
    “I'm fine,” Allan replied.
    “Because, you don't really seem fine. I've served with nutjobs before. I was in the Marines for two years and SI for another two years after that, and-”
    Allan slammed his fist into the dashboard, cracking it with the amplification of strength his armor gave him. “I'm fine !”
    Silence settled over the jeep. Allan kept working the navigational database. After a moment, a soft chime filled the air.
    “Okay, it looks like there's a vehicle repair center dead on course for wherever this fucking psycho was going. It's about five miles from here. The guy is obviously a fucking nutjob. We at least have to warn them and maybe evac,” Allan said as he fired up the engine and sped off.
    “Why can't we just use the radio?” Johnson asked. Silence followed his question. Lucy sighed. “Oh...yeah.”
    They drove on in silence.

    Chapter 05
    – Unstoppable –
     
     
    Allan slowly brought the jeep to a halt as he approached the edge of the vehicle repair center. If the pillar of smoke rising silently into the air wasn't enough of a clue that something was seriously fucked, then the hole in the wall of the nearest building and the smear of blood on the ground certainly was. Allan listened for any signs that the slaughter that had occurred here might still be going on, but he could hear nothing.
    “Jesus,” Johnson whispered.
    “Come on, we need to see if there are any survivor,” Allan murmured, turning off the engine and stepping out of the jeep.
    The others reluctantly followed. Two more doors opened and closed, the sounds falling flat in the still air of the desert. Allan pulled his pistol out again, wondering if he should even bother, but he found that his hands felt awkward if he wasn't holding some kind of weapon in them at this point. With Johnson and Lucy backing him up, he moved towards the small collections of structures. They were approaching from the back.
    Allan approached the hole that had been made in the wall by what must have been brute force. He peered in, pistol out, ready to retreat at a moment's notice. The room beyond was empty. This building seemed to be a storage bay. Shelves and crates lined the walls, taking up most of the interior. A clear path had been forced through. Shelves were toppled over, crates broken over, their contents spilled across the floor.
    “What, did he just walk in a straight line through here?!” Johnson whispered.
    “Come on,” Allan replied.
    They went into the hole, stepping over the scattered tools and spare parts, and up to a corresponding hole in the far wall. Allan peered out into the area beyond. It looked like the station was essentially a collection of buildings built around a pair of landing pads that glinted dully in the high sun. There was one building to their left, two across the way and one more to the right. Immediately, Allan spied a pair of corpses on the landing pad. Both of their necks had been crushed and they each lay in a pool of blood.
    “Check the buildings,” Allan murmured.
    “Okay, I am not splitting up,” Johnson said.
    “I don't think he's here anymore,” Allan replied. “Will you just go? You can run away if you find him. He doesn't seem that fast.”
    Johnson heaved a sigh, but turned to the right and made for that building. Lucy said nothing and made for the building to the left. Allan moved across the landing pad, constantly scanning his surroundings, not quite trusting his instincts. While he did feel that the killer was gone, no longer at this location, the situation was so strange that he knew he could be wrong. But then what? What was he doing here, anyway?
    If they actually did run into the killer, then he'd probably kill them. They had no way to physically stop them. They'd have to pick up some armor-piercers and those weren't exactly lying around, waiting to be picked up by a desperate Investigator. He was putting not only his own life in danger, but two others as well. As