It was a busy and rough day; everyone in the Atlas community was trying to get some rest. Their new plans have been working properly; deadies are shot dead before they could cross the watch unit. One of Lucky’s men walked up to those who went on a field mission to secure oil from the oil company and said, “What are y’all doing about that punk?” “Who?” they asked. “The one that blown one of our tankers,” Lucky’s man replied. “Nothing,” they replied. “Just making sure because Lucky needs him alive,” Lucky’s man said as he walks away. After he walks back to his quarters, one of the men said, “I can’t believe Lucky still wants him to walk free.” “We should go talk with Lucky and know what his plans are,” one of the men suggested.
It was already evening; Lucky was being questioned by his comr
