After the revelation of the chaos assembly's existence, i was prepped with weapons.  Given a M16 assault rifle, i promptly refused to offer, citing that i did not wish to kill anyone.  Briggs, who, p to this point, had not spoken to me directly, pointed it that these people wanted me dead and tortured. 

We came to a compromise on a dull, small revolver, the metallic grip sticking into my ripped jeans.  I was also given a collection of knives and grenades, which i also returned.  Jemma agreed with my deacon, choosing to carry only a pistol, although a slightly more dangerous and harder-hitting sidearm, at that. 

Tom on the other hand, had undergone a complete transformation from last night, decked out with a fully automatic M16, a whole host of grenades, as well as a fully automatic sub machine gun and a combat knife.  It looked as though Jack's exit had hit him hard, and he was attempting to restore order done the barrel of a gun, rather than a pen and notepad.  Briggs and Holland , as well as their small Army, maybe a few hundred strong, wore full military gear, with M16'S complete with flashlights, laser sights and extended magazines. 

Holland revealed our new vehicle, a Nissan GT-R, fully armoured with bullet proof windows, a Titanium chassis and over 500 horsepower at my disposal.  This would be protected by over 10 fully armoured suvs complete with a roof mounted torrent, machine guns and a bomb proof chassis.  The sight was magnificent, the feeling even better, of driving a nimble, wild supercar across America.  I looked in the mirror, to see the burnt out remains of the Toyota, slowly fade from view. 

Jemma sat in the passenger seat, unhappy that she had been demoted to become a passenger for the time being, instead of being at the wheel.  She sat there, arms folded across her chest, sulking like a child.  Her expression softened as soon as she seen my beaming smile at drifting haphazardly around a left-handed.  A right arm cruiser came alongside, giving me a stern warning at my apparent stupidity.  Jemma sat there, face pointed towards the sky, beside herself.  I replied with a look of disapproval before slowly accelerating.  In the middle of the pack of suvs I hadn't much to do in the way of seed, perhaps gifted with a corner or two every few miles. 

After a few hours, i settled myself with my new toy and sat back, keeping a constant, relatively safe speed.  Tom, sat in the tuck just in front of us, waving at us when the truck braked to navigate a tricky left hander or any corner to be honest. It seemed that the suvs were designed for safety rather than speed.  However i remained vigilant, in the knowledge that's these people, the right arm, were here to protect me, rather than brutally murder me.  So that was a plus i suppose.

Then the unthinkable happened.  A motorcycle started to accelerate towards the GTR, the man wore a gas mask on his face, he was a member of the chaos assembly, they had found us.  I heard the sound of gunfire and the man was thrown from his bike, landing sprawled into the dust and dirt. The orange ground  stained red around him, and he wasn't moving.  He was dead.  I poked over at Tom.  He was crying.  A right arm soldier put an arm around him and i heard Tom say, I killed him, through tears and shaking.  Tom had killed the man. 

Tom had saved us.