"I can help clear the way as well. I'm not afraid to have this thing beat up," another voice pipped up from what looked like an old retired firetruck. "Its not quite as big as what you've got, but its tough enough. Plus I'm not worried about the paint. Or lack of it."

She laughed a little bit. She was eager to see what the truck could do. She didn't have the abilty to do this in the wasteland. All of the cars there were just ticking time bombs.