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"Hey idiots," Z snapped at the both of them as she put 3110 down on the ground. They went and tapped the bicep area of their prosthetic arm releasing a knife from its hidden compartment. She grabbed the knife and went to the number on 3110's arm figuring that the location of her old tracker was a universal spot, "Less talking about killing him, which we're not doing, and more making the kid untrackable. Unless you want Govs coming out here and storming the place when the tracker stops reading vitals. It's a lot easier to move a tracker chip than to move a whole dead body."

Chet glanced at her. "If you cut it out, it'll stop reading vitals here anyway, last I checked."
He took a deep breath, trying to keep a clear head. She was right about one thing, there was no point in rushing it and bringing down the Guvs on the Forest villages.

Besides, he wanted 3110 to be awake to look him in the eyes as he put a bullet in his head.

"We should move. They'll check his last known position, regardless." He headed back to what was left of the hovel to grab a few things.

"Man you guys know nothing do you? The Gov doesn't care…the only people sent near this area are sent to die practically" Sean shook his head. "but hey, you do you, ones he shows as dead they will forget him"

"You're absolutely right, Sean, I know nothing about the Government. The tyrannical, evil Fascistic Government that's been in power for 20 years. I don't know their inner workings because I've never been an enemy of the people." Chet was spitting mad at this point. Sean was probably right, and no one in power would care, but Chet wasn't really feeling charitable at the moment.

"Didn't realize the trackers kept vitals," Z retorted as she went to cut out the tracker regardless of what they said. They could move away from the hovel leaving the tracker there and then head back to their scrap yard. She wasn't fond of bringing everyone with her, but she didn't know what else to do. In one swift movement, they cut open 3110's arm at the exact location of the tracker and removed the tracker before dropping it on the ground. She picked 3110 back up being mindful of where the kid was bleeding and began to walk away from the hovel, "As for whether the Gov will care or not, I don't care. I'll take you 2 back to my place and we can continue this debate from there. Keep up or your on your own."

3110 didn't respond, either to being cut or being carried. He continued to stare at the ground, or sky. Though, if prompted, the man would walk on his own, it was slow, but basic motor functions were slowly returning to him, like blinking once or twice when a something passed by his face. His brain was essentially rebooting, and it might take a while for him to return to base status. At the rate his functions were returning, though would be back anywhere from half an hour to an hour. The red-head didn't seem too bothered by anything happening around him, following anyone who told him to follow. It was almost unsettling, to anyone unused to a dead-eyed stare.

Chet nodded at her stiffly. "I'll keep up." He had what he needed, and there was no way he was falling behind, not with his chance for vengeance so close.

Sean picked up the discarded tracker, walking over to the trees and throwing it up into the trees. He hummed and went to follow Z. He threw it because, well, it was better to be farther away from them, besides, it could make the gov think that 3110 got picked off by some animal rather than meeting a group of people.

Z heard both of their footsteps behind her as she continued to make her way back to the scrapyard. They weren't going the most straight forward way back, in case the group was being followed or one of the two behind them decided to turn traitor. She didn't bother with idle chit chat as she led them for the next few hours out of the forest and into the desert. And then eventually to the scrapyard where they headed straight to the old storage shed they had transformed into their home, "Make yourselves at home you two. But do not touch anything mechanical."

Chet looked around, impressed. "How long have you lived here?" His voice had calmed, the angry edge gone since he'd had time to think and calm down over the hours long walk.

The man still walked stiffly, having been led to this spot, he sat on the ground. Staring into the far distance. Every once in a while he would move a hand or leg, twitch a finger, or his eyes would follow a speck of dust in the air. Inside 3110's skull was a different story, he kept seeing flashes of his own life, from child-hood to where he currently sat. It was a mess, a jigsaw puzzle slowly being put back together agonizingly slowly. He could hear a woman screaming, the sob in her voice drowning out the rest of the noise for a heartbeat.

He wished she would shut up.

3110 slowly looked around, vaguely seeing his surrounds. The scrap, the blurred shapes of people, the sand. The red head groaned, raising a hand to his head, then froze. He pulled his arm back, staring at the gash in it, he looked baffled. With his other hand, he touched the dried blood, 3110 looked a bit like a lost child. He frowned, and finally spoke in a slur,
"Wsh- Wha's goin' on?" He sounded sleepy, his brain still being pieced back together, though perhaps not in the same way it was this morning.

"Past 5 years give or take a few months. The whole yard was a mess when I first arrived, but I think I've straightened it up well enough," Z replied as she led 3110 to one of the cleaner spots of the scrapyard. They had never had to worry about cleanliness before, but they guessed they would have to now. Given that the three strangers now living with her would be more prone to infection and sickness. They looked down at 3110 when they heard his voice, "Ya back with us kid? 'Cause if so then I need to do a med check on ya."

3110 made a small noise, pulling slightly away from the noise of the voice. Though he did reluctantly hold out his arm. He would follow basically any command given to him for a few minutes more, like a belligerent, but obedient child. 3110 squinted his blue eyes, hazily recognizing the metal one. He made a confused noise this time, and then remembered he needed to speak.

"What? Why? I'll.." He trailed off, trying to think of the word. He frowned heavily, wracking his brain. The feeling of 'tip-of-the-tongue' was always infuriating and 3110 hated the fog in his brain. The desire to think again was stifling. He finally settled for a lesser word.
"I'll.. Fix. Myself."

Chet nodded, looking around. "It certainly looks livable, and you've got plenty of building material."
He whipped around when 3110 made a noise, and watched him carefully. The ther 2 were clearly not going to let him just put a bullet in the Government agent's head, so this would take some planning.
Z was going to tend his wounds, it seemed, so that might give hm some time to figure out why 3110 was acting weird.

"You're going to fix a bullet wound and a rushed surgical wound by yourself?" Z asked him incredulously as she took his arm and began to look over the wound. They had tried to make it as neat as possible, but that wasn't possible. And then she grabbed his injured leg and checked over the bullet wound, mainly checking to see if the bullet exited or if she was going to have to go digging for it. As they did that they responded to Chet, "Yeah, the scrap is the best part. Hey, do ya think you can get me a damp rag? Preferrably one without oil stains on it."