The Scavenger's Secret: More Than Just Junk

ing well, showcasing their skills in the various challenges. Preacher' s leadership

tools, dropping a wrench and "accidentally" stripping a bolt. Wrench had to step in and finish for me, shaking her head in

etent mascot was now solidified not just within th

t, we wer

fair fight; it was a coordinated attack. I was in my truck at the back of the convoy, and

e drugged with some kind of fast-acting sedative. One by one, the Vultures fell. Preacher, Wrench, Caleb... al

worked methodically, dragging each of my unconscious club members out of the road and into the relat

her tolerance for sedatives. He sat up, his head in his hands, groa

oked around at the scene, at our downe

t looking up. "The

look on his face. "You're o

see me," I

gone, replaced by a hard, analytical gaze. "I've been watching you, Jen.

n' t risk offending someone I don' t recognize. But you... you're different. Your ID photo, the one on the charter... it's so blurry, so n

e only one on your feet. You