Friendly Faces

Max Steel moved through the mountains. Intel he had gathered from the Decimitian raiders had marked human  targets about ten miles from where he was. Steel figured if he moved fast enough he could stop any other camps from suffering the same fate, in fact he hoped that there were more than just camps. He saw light in the night sky and against his better judgement he headed towards it. After a few hours Steel felt his spirits lift as he saw a small city come into view. As he walked into the city he noted a distinct lack of any kind of life. He then noticed a smoky smell but not like the kind he had smelled before. The source of the smoke became apparent as Steel felt cold metal touch the back of his head. "Turn around slowly and put your hands where I can see them," a gruff voice growled at him. "Try anything and my friend will blow your head off." Steel saw a red glow on top of one of the taller buildings. Steel complied. He turned and was face to face with a large man with a black beard standing at about six five, putting him at five inches taller than our hero. Steel guessed the man to be at about 320 lbs of mostly muscle and he didn't look like he like was pleased to see Steel wandering into his town. The gun was now pointing directly at Steel's face.
"Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?" the man asked.
"What is this place?" Steel asked
"Seeing as how I have the gun, I'll ask the questions brother,"
"I don't remember anything except the mines. We're wasting time there are alien patrols coming thi-"
"I don't think you have any idea what you just walked in on do you, brother?"
"Not a damn clue"
"You, my friend, have walked in on my masterpiece," the man said lowering his gun and smiling. " This city has been abandoned for years. Fortunately for us those bug eyed bastards like to jump on the slightest signs of life. So you know what I thought to myself?"
"No"
"I thought what if I rigged the entire place to blow?"
"The whole city?"
"The whole city."
"That's impressive"
"Wait 'til you see it go up when those patrols come looking around."
"I can't wait," Steel smiled.
"You said you can't remember anything?"
"Nothing before the mines."
"We can probably fix that when I get you back to base camp. The names Bernard, by the way, Rob Bernard." The man offered his hand to Steel, "The man up top is Tyler Nash you can give me yours when you figure out who the hell you are."
"I appreciate it mate"
A man walked out of the building with a .50 caliber sniper rifle on his back, wearing a cowboy hat that was beat to hell. He was about five ten with a slim build and brown hair. He shook Steel's hand. "Welcome to the war"