Hey Boss, look what I found.

“Hey Boss, look what I found.”
Enrique Oquendo hurried into Dexter’s. His youthful face shone with enthusiasm and pride. In his hands he held a small rectangular object, wrapped in a bloodied shirt.
“Sorry for the mess, boss. Didn’t have anything else to protect it from the dust, and I figured Xena’s cohort didn’t need this anymore. [...]

The girl who crossed the Badlands

The Mercenary rolled up to the fortified wall of the Badlands Truckstop. As it weaved its way into the compound, he could hear the dull slapping of rubber against the dusty, rocky road.
A girl got out. No, he thought, a woman. She must have been in her mid-twenties. Not many live that long anymore. Fatigue [...]