to check on Steve, but he is already on the way to his first objective and the buggy powers through the corn field at full speed. The stalks are tall and almost ready for harvest which give him some cover as he races down the deep grooves of the tractor tracks.

Moe and Happy begin their clunky march towards the town. Their designated position about 300 meters away and Dylan pushes the thumb stick all the way forward to drive Happy as fast as possible. Moe follows aimlessly but keeps up the pace, his metal panels clinking and knocking together with each step.

To an observer they must look very dangerous. If only they knew what a rag tag team they were.

On the roof of the hotel one of Mark’s lieutenants, flanked with