Trekking back to the Ganger Base

The Powder Gangers headed back toward the base. Everyone was ready to get back and relax a while. The group stopped at a long abandoned gas station. Its windows were smashed and most of the detritus was actually carried away leaving only the items not even deemed worth taking by most prospectors.

Madeline had her own space in what must have been the old gas station's office, a privilege of leadership. It wasn't fancy but it beat a tent, and certainly beat the regular outdoors. She had just taken her utility belt off and had finished stretching when Tack opened the decrepit door to the office, a door Madeline was shocked even though it functioned still.

"What do you want?" Madeline sneered. Oh if looks could kill. If they could, Tack would be a pile of ash like the aftermath of a plasma rifle. Tack sauntered in after he closed the creaky door behind him.

"Oh I think you know what I want." he flashed a vicious smile.

Madeline groaned in disgust, but tried to keep it to herself. She bit her lip in contemplation.