Old Salt [Crash] Nov 24, 2015 20:51:19 GMT -5
Post by Nolan 'Chief' O'Rourke on Nov 24, 2015 20:51:19 GMT -5
Nolan 'Chief' O'Rourke
anzacs | 47 | male | max martini
It had thrown Nolan for more than a little bit of a loop, seeing those dog tags around Jarius Flannigan's neck; it had been quite a few years since he'd seen American tags, let alone someone from his own branch. He wanted to know how Flannigan had survived, what ship he'd been attached to, what had become of his shipmates, if he'd seen any of Nolan's Marines...
The fact that he'd ordered the man back for a check-up in the wake of his being shot in the shoulder and clubbed in the head gave him a convenient setting to try and ask those questions.
He'd picked Highway 9 rather than Bartertown both to facilitate his patient having an easier time getting to him, but also, in the aftermath of the War Boy raid, tensions were running much too high for his liking. So Nolan waited, perched on the roof of the Unimog with his rifle and keeping his eyes and ears out for the roar of the Daytona. The cracked, uneven road was in desperate disrepair, and wasn't exactly ideal for the sort of cruising speeds Nolan was certain a car like Flannigan's was designed for. His own Unimog, in stark contrast, had an underwhelming top speed of 68 miles an hour, but with its clearance and wide wheel base was right at home on such rough terrain.
Nolan wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting out there and pulled his desert-colored shemagh further down over his forehead; oh, he'd been sunburned many times by now, but it had done nothing to make his pale, freckled complexion any more resistant to it. And at his age, a sunburn here and there was bound to start adding up. Eventually, he heard the distant whine of an engine.
Raising his rifle, Nolan looked through the scope for a better look. There were Anzacs posted in various one-mile points to make sure their doctor (and commander) didn't become the target of a slave raid or highway robbery. Otherwise, though, they were honoring Nolan's request to be able to check on his patient (and possibly get some answers) in relative privacy.
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