Rena had been on the road for many hours, and it was already becoming hell of a journey.
The BSP map had been doing her a favor by preventing her from getting lost, and she had fine quite far into the Center when three figures suddenly stepped out from the treeline and blocked her path.
She brought the runner to a stop and sat for a moment with the engine still humming, looking at them through the windshield.
They were really big figures...
Not in the way that high Strength stat Entrants were big, where the size came from something deliberate and trained.
This was rougher than that. The kind of size that came from years of hard, physical, unregulated living. The one in the middle had a weapon resting across his shoulder that looked like it had started life as a door or a gate before someone had decided it worked better as something to hit people with.
The two flanking him were carrying shorter, heavier things that were harder to identify but no less serious looking.
