"Awe Struck" part three. [spoiler]Moe opened his eyes and saw an armored boot holding a thin piece of metal to the floor as if it was trying to crush it then he looked up and saw Georgia focusing out the front window; he climbed back into the passenger seat, massaging his helmet as he did so. “I’d appreciate a warning next time.” He said with a groan. Georgia ignored him as she shifted the truck into high gear in an attempt to outrun the dust cloud from the collapsing building. Finally fed up with the gore on his visor Moe removed his helmet and exposed the fiery red hair beneath, he shook his head to remove the kinks in his neck. The dust cloud was gaining on them as the third Fallen pike descended from the remains of a building high above the vehicle; it landed on the roof with a loud metallic clank. “What was that?” Moe asked and looked at the ceiling. “Hitchhiker; your choice, drive or gun.” Georgia told him as she looked at the mirror outside the door. “I can’t drive stick.” “Then get on the roof.” While Moe regretted never learning to use forgotten technology the Fallen Vandal had dismounted his pike and was walking towards the cab with its rifle ready. Wind whipped at Moe cape as he balanced himself on the cab, pistol in hand. The Vandal raised its gun and took aim for the Hunter’s head; Moe did the same. “Get down!” Georgia shouted from within the cab. Without questioning Moe dropped his body to the roof and looked up to see the Vandal’s face impacting a low bridge. “Whoa!” “Cold Shoulder to High Roller; what’s the weather like over where you’re at?” The radio chirped. Georgia looked up into the sky and saw dark clouds swirling around the high rises. “Well looks like a storm’s brewing.” She told the radio. “Base just got hit by a freak blizzard and we’re covered in roughly a foot of snow… and now we’ve got Fallen.” “On my way.” Georgia said as Moe climbed back into the cab. “Where?” He asked. “Zulu Sierra, maybe get into a snowball fight with some Fallen.” Moe smiled at the thought and quickly buckled himself as Georgia accelerated the monster even more. He looked behind them and found that the dust cloud had ceased its advance and fell to the street, his gaze shifted to the white flakes peppering the windshield before the truck’s wipers whisked them away. Georgia looked at him with a questioning guise hidden behind her helmet as he followed the motion with undue interest. “You okay?” She asked. “…Huh what?” He continued to watch the window as it filled with snow. She nodded in a questioning manner and returned her attention outside, a vehicle hidden by the snow ahead of them seemed like it would be an issue so Georgia attempted to alter the truck’s course but the road conditions would not allow the truck to avoid the obstacle. The hidden vehicle acted like a ramp for the truck’s driver’s side and resulted in that half facing the sky while the other side bared the full weight and ground to a halt three blocks from Zulu Sierra. “You alive?” Georgia asked Moe as she unbuckled herself and fell to the passenger side, on top of Moe. “Fine.” He groaned and tried to get out from beneath her. “High Roller, Cold Shoulder here, did you just wreck?” Georgia reached up and grabbed the radio. “Yeah, I’m going to need some help.” “Could you get off me first?” Moe asked. She stood up and climbed to the driver’s side door as Moe lifted himself from the ground. The door opened with relative ease and Georgia climbed out with the heavy LMG on her back before turning around and hauling Moe outside the truck. “Three blocks that way.” She told him while pointing toward the meeting point. “Think you can run it?” “I’ve been shot at, nearly run over, knocked out, came this close to being splattered on the overpass, crushed, and I think you might’ve dislocated my shoulder just now; so no I can’t run.” Georgia only added to his list of injuries after pushing him off the truck and onto the snowy road below. She jumped down beside him and readied her gun as he dug himself free. “Come on before the Fallen find us.” Moe begrudgingly accepted and ran after her as fast as his perceived injuries would allow, but ran into her back when a Fallen Captain stepped onto the road before them. The creature raised a sword and more Fallen appeared from snow drifts to surround the pair. Georgia took aim at the Captain when a transmission filled her helmet. “Three awesome guns, two incredible powers, one quirky ghost; a simple Warlock? No, I am the [i]wizard of blizzard[/i] mwah ha ha ha!” The voice laughed as a flurry of snowballs fell from the heavens and hit the Fallen troops; each one exploded like a miniature stun grenade and blinded the aliens long enough for Georgia to finish them off. The storm let up just enough for Moe to see a Warlock standing on a balcony above them with, her armor was colored in a mixture of gray, white, and black. He waved his thanks to her and she returned the motion before gliding down to meet them. “Show off.” Georgia said and grabbed the Warlock’s hand, then pulled her into a quick embrace. “Just had to impress the local right?” They stepped apart and turned to look at Moe, who was staring at the pair with a shocked expression. “I’m Onnabell McMillians, what’s your name bud?” The Warlock asked. Moe did not answer; instead he simply continued to stare. “Can he talk?” She whispered to Georgia. “Yeah, he’s just a little awe struck.” She responded. [/spoiler]