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The Crew took on a razor-sharp focus as they prepared to encounter whatever potential danger lay just beyond the tree line. They'd honed a sense for trouble over the months and years, and this situation was setting off their collective alarm. It was a brief struggle to get Jana through a hatch and into the armored hull of the tank, she wanted to see what was going on with her home. It was only the firm insistence of Tia's Tankers and a promise that she could peek out through a small slit that got her to retreat to safety.

The Tank rounded the bend in the road, and a scene of chaos greeted them. 

Greenwood was aflame. The conflagration wasn't huge, but most of the buildings in sight were damaged or burning, contributing to the growing plume of smoke in the sky. 

The reason for the burning was obvious. Rumbling vehicles surrounding the town, and bodies ran in all directions. A horde of raiders was at the gates, and well through them at this point. Greenwood had only a partial wall to begin with, mostly corrugated metal and wood with small watch towers dotting its length. It was never a barrier that was going to stand up for long against an assault like this, and there were no existing defenses to speak of. 

"NO!" Jana shouted, desperately adjusting her position near a narrow viewing slit to try to take in the disaster. 

Several vehicles sped through the town, causing purposeless destruction. Some dragged objects behind them, spoils of their raid. Individuals marauded through the settlement, lighting more fires, damaging, destroying. There were no obvious civilians in the town being attacked upon initial glance, though the toll in life couldn't be known at this point. To a small amount of relief, there did appear to be some escapees. 

Two groups were fleeing the town. One contingent of vehicles was driving fast south from the town, their outlines just barely visible beyond the dust cloud they were kicking up. A handful of raider vehicles seemed to be in pursuit. Catching up to this group would be a long shot, as they were on the other side of Greenwood and headed in the opposite direction. But the other contingent was heading directly toward Tia and her Tankers. 

This second group of survivors seemed to have made a dash through an opening in the vast force of raiders, and was driving as fast as their ramshackle vehicles would take them. Several trucks and what looked like it might have once been a bus made up the bulk of the group, and they were indeed bulky and ungainly. A smaller more nimble off-road vehicle was in the lead, some smaller cruiser vehicles were among their number, and there was even a dirt bike in the mix. 

Raiders pursued them like a pack of jackals. Heavily modified assault vehicles had broken off from the larger group of raiders and were attempting to catch up with the escapees. They looked dangerous and wraithlike darting through the partially obscuring dust the escapees were kicking up. Even as they watched, a powerful vehicle with a huge buzz saw on the front caught up with a slow-moving pickup, sawing through metal with flying sparks until the pickup starting coming apart, lost control, and swerved into a rolling wreck. Two raiders jumped off the buzz saw truck to pick the carcass while the bladed vehicle continued on. A trio of trikes nimbly began to flank the escapees, each with a driver and another raider on the back with what looked like long heavy-tipped spears, as well as guns. Another powerful raider truck had a large machine-gun emplacement on the back. There was a big vehicle out front that had just "harpooned" an escaping jeep, with a man turning a big crank to reel it in. And in the back of the raider formation was a strange construction, with as much in common with a boat as a land vehicle. A big platform arose high above the four fat tires, with machine guns on each side and an extension jutting forward from the front. Like a figurehead on a sailing ship, a person leaned out over the front brandishing a long staff topped by a cross, yelling and haranguing anyone who could hear him. He was surrounded by raiders touting all kinds of weapons, and they all clearly had more violence in mind.

The Crew took on a razor-sharp focus as they prepared to encounter whatever potential danger lay just beyond the tree line. They'd honed a sense for trouble over the months and years, and this situation was setting off their collective alarm. It was a brief struggle to get Jana through a hatch and into the armored hull of the tank, she wanted to see what was going on with her home. It was only the firm insistence of Tia's Tankers and a promise that she could peek out through a small slit that got her to retreat to safety.

The Tank rounded the bend in the road, and a scene of chaos greeted them. 

Greenwood was aflame. The conflagration wasn't huge, but most of the buildings in sight were damaged or burning, contributing to the growing plume of smoke in the sky. 

The reason for the burning was obvious. Rumbling vehicles surrounding the town, and bodies ran in all directions. A horde of raiders was at the gates, and well through them at this point. Greenwood had only a partial wall to begin with, mostly corrugated metal and wood with small watch towers dotting its length. It was never a barrier that was going to stand up for long against an assault like this, and there were no existing defenses to speak of. 

"NO!" Jana shouted, desperately adjusting her position near a narrow viewing slit to try to take in the disaster. 

Several vehicles sped through the town, causing purposeless destruction. Some dragged objects behind them, spoils of their raid. Individuals marauded through the settlement, lighting more fires, damaging, destroying. There were no obvious civilians in the town being attacked upon initial glance, though the toll in life couldn't be known at this point. To a small amount of relief, there did appear to be some escapees. 

Two groups were fleeing the town. One contingent of vehicles was driving fast south from the town, their outlines just barely visible beyond the dust cloud they were kicking up. A handful of raider vehicles seemed to be in pursuit. Catching up to this group would be a long shot, as they were on the other side of Greenwood and headed in the opposite direction. But the other contingent was heading directly toward Tia and her Tankers. 

This second group of survivors seemed to have made a dash through an opening in the vast force of raiders, and was driving as fast as their ramshackle vehicles would take them. Several trucks and what looked like it might have once been a bus made up the bulk of the group, and they were indeed bulky and ungainly. A smaller more nimble off-road vehicle was in the lead, some smaller cruiser vehicles were among their number, and there was even a dirt bike in the mix. 

Raiders pursued them like a pack of jackals. Heavily modified assault vehicles had broken off from the larger group of raiders and were attempting to catch up with the escapees. They looked dangerous and wraithlike darting through the partially obscuring dust the escapees were kicking up. Even as they watched, a powerful vehicle with a huge buzz saw on the front caught up with a slow-moving pickup, sawing through metal with flying sparks until the pickup starting coming apart, lost control, and swerved into a rolling wreck. Two raiders jumped off the buzz saw truck to pick the carcass while the bladed vehicle continued on. A trio of trikes nimbly began to flank the escapees, each with a driver and another raider on the back with what looked like long heavy-tipped spears, as well as guns. Another powerful raider truck had a large machine-gun emplacement on the back. There was a big vehicle out front that had just "harpooned" an escaping jeep, with a man turning a big crank to reel it in. And in the back of the raider formation was a strange construction, with as much in common with a boat as a land vehicle. A big platform arose high above the four fat tires, with machine guns on each side and an extension jutting forward from the front. Like a figurehead on a sailing ship, a person leaned out over the front brandishing a long staff topped by a cross, yelling and haranguing anyone who could hear him. He was surrounded by raiders touting all kinds of weapons, and they all clearly had more violence in mind.