The truck slowed as Ryan pointed at the fence. "It looks like something got through," he drove past it then shifted the truck into reverse and parked next to the hole. Ryan looked over at his side mirror and back at Brady, “I don’t see anyone out there, live or dead.” “That’s just it, Old Man. You’re blind.” Brady laughed and looked over the dashboard. Ryan flicked him off, “You’re such a turd. A big pile of shit. Go check it out, man.” “Age before beauty,” he shook his head. “Hell with that man, I fixed the fence the last time. You know why, because you were too busy acting like an ass.” "Fine. I'll go check to see," Brady jumped out of the passenger side and left his rifle on the seat. "Keep the truck running." Ryan half saluted and moved the remaining salt and pepper hair out of his face as Brady smirked back at him. He inspected the fence and found shredded clothing. Brady’s face hardened and he looked up to the driver’s cab. "They're inside." His eyes shifted towards truck and saw a Riser sniffing the truck's back tire.
