The truck was a veritable meatsapalooza, and Lilaena couldn't help cracking open a crate and pulling out a shank of jerky. Chewing on the hard protein, she shoved her way into the furthest reaches of the truck, the chaos of motors outside fading in the distance.

"Oh sweet Jesus," she breathed. "He's got ham in here."

Lilaena looked up from the stacks of smoked and cured hams, over her shoulder and around the other crates to the opening where Shoney was probably about to board and demand half of the loot. People had killed for less than this. A lot less.

Her hand tightened on her rifle as she moved back through the crates to the trailer doors.