Chapter 38: Masks Part 1
The vehicle's door slid aside and Chris stepped out, hands spread, giving his most godly wave to the savages crouching in the ever-present saltbrush shrubs.
The shoulder-high, spiny growth blocked Chris's view of most of the party of cavemen. No doubt the rest were creeping around him, getting behind him. Trying to ambush him? Idiots. Chris blinked, the vehicle's door shut, and his suit flexed. Let the natives attack. They'd be in for a surprise.
"There Trals is," buzzed the voice of Turtle through his HUD. "Kill him!"
Chris recognized that square jaw. The eyes peeking out from under brows like mossy boulders. The arrogant smirk. But Trals Scarback was tied up and kneeling at spearpoint. The guy holding the spear was a truly huge caveman with long brown dreads, angry red burns over his torso, and a ludicrous broadsword strapped to his back.