Wasteland Joyride

WhiskeyTango stood there, her jaw practically on the floor.

She recalled Harper mentioning a clash with CombatWolf yesterday; running into her was literal bad luck.

So you didn't just beat them, you wiped the squad and swiped their high-end rides too?!

She finally understood why Harper wasn't sweating the clock at all.

A sixty-mile trek?

On skis, that was a desperate race against time and the elem