Well, with anybody sane evidently out of the picture, and with power armor and assault rifles abounding, staying around was tantamount to a death wish. Or just a really boring time.
The pilot stood up, brushed off his backside and walked over to the counter where he dropped a credit chip in front of the bartender.
He left the place, glancing over his shoulder one last time at a crowd that slayed even the likes of him.
