Chapter 6: Blue
The blue-haired guy slid his bike to a stop by the gate of the makeshift settlement, nodding at the few rogues hanging around.
Few acknowledged him with grins. A small group of them, sitting near a rusted barrel fire, raised their fists in greeting.
"Hey, Blue," one of them called out, a young woman with a scar running down her cheek. "Got any good stories from the last raid?"
He smirked, pulling the helmet off and tucking it under his arm. "Stories don't get the job done. You know that, Raine."
"Yeah, but they sure keep the night interesting," she shot back, her voice full of sarcasm. "Anyway, Coco's been locked up in the back, Maybe he found good stuff."
The Guy with blue hair chuckled and waved, making his way through the haphazard tents and piles of scrap metal that littered the area.
He passed by others who offered a nod, and a few of the kids playing in the dirt even stopped to watch him. They'd always been in awe of him.
He stopped momentarily when a lanky man wearing a patched-up vest waved him down.
"Blue, you coming by later for the usual?" he asked, eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief.
"Maybe," Blue answered with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Got a few things to check on first,"
The lanky man grinned, "Don't take too long. We'll be ready."