Utterly Mad

Greer:
You triumphantly return to the tower, and ride the semi-motorized elevator to the top.
There you find the warboss, speaking to the trader. Earl.

Graham:
You return to the lobby, and check the one (once) functional elevator. Still locked up beyond belief.
And the computer seems to have been smashed.

You're sure it's recent, since it was fully functional when you went up.

There's some rustling in the foilage outside the tower.

Griffin:
((no. she's not. Dave's talking to Jenny right now.))
The woman looks at you, as if scanning you. Before anything goes akward, Jenny steps on up.
"Riley! You're back!"
The woman, called Riley, hands over the box to Jenny
"Yeah, sorry if it took too long."
"Oh I'm sure you had your reasons! This is Griffin, a new recruit! I've tasked him to recruit some more people around the local villages."
"Shouldn't that be handled by someone more experienced?"
"I'm sure that he can handle it, don't worry Riley."
Riley sighs, then walks of to the storage.
"Dave's ready for you, so hop on to the halftrack!"

Greer flexes his hands and steadies his breathing as the elevator heads to the top. Gotta keep up images, y'know? Presenting yourself as either a raging psycho like the Warboss or a cold, calculated murder like yours truly was really the only way to get any recognition around here. Sliding the door open, he strolls out, cool and collected, right up to the Warboss and Earl, his hand slamming down the head of the bandit leader right smack in the center of Earl's counter.

"Done."

Greer:
Earl grabs a hold of the head, looks into the dry, dead eyes, then puts it behind the counter.
"That's great pal."
He pulls out a small bag with about 300 caps, and put them on the table.

The warboss seems pleased for a brief moment. Not impressed, but pleased. He pulls back from the counter casually, and looks you in the eyes aswell.
"You up for more? Cause we're going to war."

You note that most of the village inhabitants are gearing up, with armor and weapons.
The firebarrels glow brightly onto the village on the towertop, and the moon looms overhead.

Griffin:
Wating little time, you hop on onto the halftrack again, and soon enough you're riding along the trails, heading towards the village.
"So you're from Supmark?"
Dave suddenly remarks.

Greer:
"You should be stimulated enough by this war. And what's that you found then?"

Griffin:
"I'm from Supmark myself! That's how I knew how to put this baby together!"
He taps the wheel of the halftrack
"Ain't a thing that can't be used for something else*, eh?"

*:Old saying from Supmark. Meaning that nothings junk, but parts waiting to be put together again.

"Guns. And I'm not talking pistols, or muskets, or flintlocks or any of that shit. Assault rifles. Five of them. In a locked case, in a room off the side of the main entrance." Greer states calmly, an invisible smirk on his covered face.

"Glad to help." Greer rasps, before glancing to Earl. "Got anything to sell? I'm a little light on arms and armor at the moment."

Lucy looks at Sammy, seemingly about to protest, but deciding against it.   "Night, babe."