Hours went by unnoticed as Wilder Barnes traversed the Barren Wastelands while riding on a convertible. It's not like he was keeping track of time, he just didn't care about anything except for one thing— to get to the Rogue Shelter as fast as possible. Even if there were Humanoids all around him, or the heat was literally frying his brain, he didn't care. At the very least, the survival of Rogue Shelter depends on his hands alone. After all, an early warning might just tip the scales of war.
That's why, when the Rogue Shelter came into view, Wilder Barnes couldn't help but inwardly celebrate as he floored the convertible.
Little did he know, he celebrated too early.
