The Riders to Mars had slowly made their way back to the convoy. Silently the various vehicles maneuvered through the wasteland. Nobody seemed to want to contemplate the loses of yesterday.
Bill was forlorn, Clank had become like a brother to the old mechanic, and now he was in pieces on the hook of his Tow Truck. Fleetwood had viciously stripped the vital parts of the Reverend’s ride!
Bill had vowed to himself and The Craftsman that he would stop Fleetwood and his flunky, Toecutter when he had attempted to imbue his Wrench with Badassdom. He now knew he had failed, so he decided to take a new oath.
“From here on out, I will repair for the sake of fixin’ and no longer work for profit Baby-girl…” Bill said to his little buddy. “The Craftsman has guided us this far, and we shall not turn back!”
