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Liz grins, her eyes brightening with a sudden, restless tension. "This I gotta see," she says, her voice laced with quiet excitement.

The prospect of watching Syn in action pulls at her curiosity. Behind her sharp focus, her mind fires with a deep, instinctive hunger for knowledge, a drive to understand him, to parse the secrets of his kind. She thrives on discovery, drawn to nature's raw mechanisms far more than the unpredictable mess of human nature. Plants she understands, yet, people remain a riddle. But Sin is a different variable entirely.

Beside her, Brad stands motionless, his gaze locked on the blocked convoy. Oo(Will Sin need to transform to pull the truck out... or is he still at full strength even in human form?)oO Brad wonders, his heart thumping heavily against his ribs as he waits for the first move.

Larry's laborers retreat in silent awe as Sin casually strolls past them toward the massive rig. Reaching the rear hauler, he rests a palm against the cold steel chassis, tests a handhold, and simply begins to walk backward. With barely a strain in his posture, the towering vehicle creeps backward in his wake.

"Release the brake!" Larry hollers, his voice cracking slightly.

A heartbeat later, the pneumatic brakes disengage with a sharp, shrill hiss of compressed air. Sin continues his steady, impossible pull, rolling the multi-ton machine down the dirt track as if it were a toy wagon. He brings the hauler to a smooth halt beside the wide-eyed onlookers, tilting his head. "How far back do you want it?"

Larry stands frozen in sheer amazement, scratching his head as his mind struggles to process the spectacle. "Well... we need to go back about two hundred yards. There's a clearing where we can turn the semi around. But... could you grab the trailer and spin it around so the boys can reconnect it? That would save us hours of trying to back these behemoths out."

"Sure thing, boss," Sin says, flashing a quick wink; a gesture he’s only just learned the meaning of.

He turns and resumes pulling the rear hauler toward a wide bend in the road. Larry's crew scrambles into action, quickly unhooking the main trailer and dropping its landing gear into the firm dirt. Sin trots to the rear, grips the frame, and smoothly swings the heavy trailer around on its axis until the hitch faces back the way they came.

One by one, Sin repeats the impossible feat for all four haulers. By the time they reach the last two, Brad and the Mountaineer help pull them backwards, inspired by the effortless rhythm. The entire Herculean task takes roughly three hours, barely denting their schedule as Frank bustles about, handing out hot, hastily prepared snacks to keep everyone's energy and spirits soaring.

With the rigs turned around, the heavy convoy embarks on the long, winding alternate route up into the mountains. The narrow road climbs higher, eventually offering a breathtaking overhead view of the far side of the ruined crossing. Gazing down from the cliffside, the sheer scale of the washed-out bridge becomes painfully clear—shedding a stark light on just how dire their situation truly was.

Steve pulls his Wastelander beside Brad, staring back toward the valley in disbelief. "I could have made that jump... but wow. That kid! It's unreal! He made it look like child's play."

Liz watched in awe as everything was done. "That was amazing" she says to Sin with a huge smile on her face. She is genuinely impressed and glad he is on their side for now.

Brad is quite impressed by Syn's strength. As Syn moves back for the second hauler, Brad, loud enough for Syn to hear, comments to Frank with a grin, "Remind me not to try and arm wrestle him."

During the movement process, Brad takes a look at the river, curious if the water is clear enough (and safe enough to access) for them to top off their water barrel.

As the convoy prepares to move out, Brad asks Syn, "You mentioned you need to return to your regular form after a while, how are you holding up in that regard?"

Liz looks on in total awe. "That was amazing!" she beams, her smile practically glowing. oO(Glad he's on our side)Oo.

Brad couldn't agree more. Watching Sin work is like witnessing a scene ripped straight out of a high-octane movie. As Sin pivots back toward the second hauler, Brad flashes a grin at Frank, raising his voice just enough to carry. "Remind me never to challenge him to arm wrestle."

"Or a leg wrestle..." Frank chuckles, shaking his head.

While the heavy lifting gets done, Brad glances over at the river. Where the surface isn't locked in ice, the water runs glass-clear. He gives the rest of the group a nod, suggesting a quick pit stop to top off their canteens, and the next few minutes pass in a relaxed rhythm as they fill up the main barrel.

With the convoy finally ready to roll, Brad turns to Sin. "You mentioned needing to switch back to your regular form after a while. How are you holding up?"

"I should probably get on that..." Sin says, then dashes off into the tree line with surprising speed. A moment later, the valley echoes with the crunch of snapping branches and the slow, dramatic thuds of a few unfortunate trees going down. Before long, he wanders back out of the woods, calmly pulling his sweater back over his head.

Larry's crew seem more accepting of him, yet still won't move anywhere near him, concerned that he may grow an extra head and eat them... or any other dozen scenarios that've plagued their thoughts.

Maya, Sam and Johnny seem indifferent as Steve begins asking questions like, "Can you fly without your wings?"

"Sometimes..."

"Do you ever have to pee?"

"If I want to, but not really."

"What about girls? You like em?"

"No... I don't see the need."

"What about air? Do you..."

"Okay!" Frank shouts, "We need to get moving!"

As everyone loads up, preparing to continue their journey, Johnny leans forward, "Hey Liz. Do you have anything for a headache? Or are you any good at giving shoulder massages?"