Tank POV
The day was a sort of anticlimax. I had expected more of a fight or argument from the moment the splinter group when they had returned. The only fun was clearing out the deserter's gear and the bonding at the barbecue.
The splinter group was all bluster and no bite. They barely made an effort at the gate, didn't demand that we come and talk, just demanding to be let in, and calling us colorful names, nothing we hadn't been called before. But it was disappointing. Which makes me think they won't confront our members unless caught alone, out in the streets, or in small groups, and that they doubt they have the guts to do it one-on-one.
I carried Fixer home, happy to have her back and looking forward to hearing about her day. She never complains about me carrying her anymore; I t
