”Goddamnit..”

Dirk huffs and pulls his bandana down to his neck, revealing his scowl. He sheathes his sword, which is now covered in robot oil. The remnants of a battle lay around him — hunks of red metal and wires strewn around the clay wasteland.

“I didn’t think she’d find us this quickly.” He tilts his hat up, scratching his head. “We need to start moving.”