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before. We call them crawlers.”
    “Maybe they’re only called Blighters around here,” Michael said.
    “You guys can catch up later,” Makara said. “We have to get moving.”
    Michael nodded. “Right.”
    “We’ll need to ferry the bikes across the canyon. Then we can travel the rest of the way to this Sunset Gate. Marcus and the Exiles can follow our trail.” She looked at Michael. “Are Char and the Raiders here?”
    “Char?” Michael asked. “Yeah, he’s here. Arrived two weeks ago. He’s camped by the Sunset Gate as well.”
    Makara nodded, then gave a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”
    Marcus’s reaction, however, was completely different. “I can’t stay by him. If I do, I may end up doing something I regret.”
    Makara gave another sigh, but this one was out of exasperation. “Marcus, you’re going to have to let the past be the past. Give Char a chance to redeem himself. We don’t have time for bickering.”
    Marcus held a hand on his pistol at his side. “I promise nothing. I hate Char. I hate him with everything I’ve got. And he will pay for what he did.”
    Marcus’s face was passive, betraying no emotion, though I could feel the anger boiling beneath. For twelve years, he had nursed it. And it wasn’t going away until he did something about it.
    “I don’t know how to handle this,” Makara said, shaking her head. “Since the Raiders are already by the gate, you just might have to camp somewhere else.”
    Marcus’s face reddened. “That’s the treatment I get? After agreeing to help you?”
    “This isn’t helping,” I said. “How are any of us supposed to work together if we can’t even camp in the same spot?”
    Neither Marcus nor Makara answered as both Samuel and Anna walked up.
    “We’ve finished loading the first of the bikes,” Samuel said. He looked at Michael, offering a hand. “Samuel Neth.”
    “Michael Sanchez.”
    “We need to get moving,” Makara said, her tone insistent. “It’ll be dark in a couple of hours, and I have to babysit two grown men to make sure they don’t kill each other.”
    “Makara,” Marcus began, “the Exiles will get priority over the Raiders. We joined you first. I will not have my brother...”
    “Marcus,” Makara said, dangerously, “we can talk about this when we land. You brothers will have to get along. If you don’t, this group will rip apart before it even has the chance to take off.”
    Marcus fell into silence, crossing his arms. He was not happy.
    “We’ll put down somewhere distant,” Makara finally said in the silence that followed. “Maybe half a mile from the walls, but not right next to the Raiders.”
    “You’ll be out of range of our turrets,” Michael said. “Trust me. You don’t want that.”
    “Actually, I think I do,” Makara said. “I don’t trust anyone in Vegas until I can get guarantees.”
    “We’re not going to shoot you,” Michael said. “For one, I’ll make sure of that. And secondly, we need all the help we can get. The Great Blight has been getting rather nasty lately. If you are outside the range of our turrets, it will leave you open to attack.”
    Makara eyed Michael, unhappy with what he was telling her.
    “The Raiders and the Exiles will just have to live in peace, then.”
    Marcus growled, but said nothing.
    “Can you arrange a meeting between me and the other gang lords?” Makara asked.
    “I will let Boss Dragon know,” Michael said. “Although every gang in Vegas will know about you within minutes of your landing. Each one will want to meet with you personally.”
    “I don’t have time for that. Can’t I just meet them all at the same time?”
    Michael smiled grimly. “There aren’t too many summits, these days. Things are near a snapping point, and most think there’ll be another gang war soon.”
    “I don’t care,” Makara said. “I have to get these gangs focused not on each other, but focused on what matters. This city will be dead in a matter of