Utterly Mad

"I'd be down with that Mrs. M." Irving says. He puts his hand on his holster to rest it somewhat.

The Pit

You all take a seat at one of the empty tables near the counter as its the most empty part of the bar, Mr. Margret and son go around shooing people out of the bar as it was nearing midnight. They then started straightening up the place, picking up spilled drinks, scrubbing floors, sweeping, the works. "Well the information has to do with one of those "Sinks" that those archeologists are so fascinated about...", she pauses for a moment to expect a reaction but is only met with confused looks continues. "When those nukes went off back in 2013, they left these large pits as wide and as large as a sinkhole, heard they swallowed up whole cities when the initial blasts went off. But what's so "fascinating" and "important" about them is what's on the outside. Out from under the table she reveals a thin folder marked classified in bold red stencil lettering. She folds it open revealing pictures of science teams in Soviet hazmat gear crowded around what appears to be the edge of a cliff that has these large neon-blue crystals jutting out of the ground, about three stories tall; the next few pictures are the Soviets mining the crystals and holding up a large chunk to the camera with thumbs all up.

"Back when I worked as a mercenary to protect those eggheads I saw what was contained within and around the sink holes, as well as ways to enter one without having the life sucked out of your lungs or some other horrible thing happening. These crystals that they harvested were used in some... pretty scary sh*t, while I don't really wish a group like the Deliverance Company to have such power. A deal's a deal, and I can only hope that you aren't signing your own death warrants if they force you to head out on the mission." She scoots out of her chair and heads into her office, she takes one look back at the group as if to say some more words of warning; but shakes her head and slams the door shut. You can hear the gentle sound of her locking the door.

Zaweri steps out of the RV and goes to find a place where he could find a replacement.

Amy finally gets out of her chair, and steps outside the RV, stretching her arms.  "Note to self, don't sleep on the couch like- ow- like that." She winces as her elbow makes a light popping sound, then decides to go find where everyone else went.   The bar.   Probably.

(Damn, I dunno, depending on how busy I am later this week, I might try to bring Locke back.)

Cryptic Metaphor



After a long and heartfelt talk at the bar, you all pile back into the RV and head back into the camp at the end of the road. Cruising through the empty night streets illuminated by dim streetlights, Seb flashes his ID to the guards out front and you enter into the 'compound'. You pull up into the crowded parking lot where a few barrel fires are going, with a few Deliverance Co. troopers keeping warm by the fire. The sound of old 70s music quietly echos throughout the camp, makes you feel like you're in Nam'. Once you all pile out of the RV you all go your separate ways.

Seb, Zidia, and Irving

You pass by the fires and head up the church steps into a stereotypical church setup, the pews have been stacked against the walls blocking the large stained-glass windows that depicted stories of Genesis: ranging from The Garden of Eden, to the Tower of Babel. Where the pews used to sit were now rows of tables with disassembled firearms on them, stacks of cash, and confiscated goods. In the far back in front of the altar was your boss Sergent Phillip, in a heated argument with the preacher that refuses to leave no matter how much your boss threatens him. You overhear the end of their conversation: "-that's why we need to start peddling this shi-", Phillip was cut off by preacher of the church. "We are in the Lord's house, I don't care how "beneficial" your scheme is, you are here because I let you stay here. I will not see the House of The Father be further desecrated by you or your men. That's final!", with that he left for his office in a huff.

You approach the Sergent's "office", "Ah finally! Hope you have some good news, the Bible thumper won't let us start moving drugs of any kind through here to ship back west. Besides that did you get the info from your friend?"

Zaweri

You leave the RV and head to the armory tent, hearing clattering and metal parts scraping against each other you assume someone is occupying the tent and head in. The man behind the foldout table counter hasn't noticed you yet, he's too busy going through rubber bins of greasy gun parts.

"Troubled?" Jove stepped away from the pillar and towards the mysterious stranger. "Aren't we all. I don't suppose your mind is in a state of peace, is it?" The blue eyes scanned the western-throwback in polite, unnoticeable scrutiny. "I suppose your from the west of the states. That have to do anything with it?" Jove pointed to his forehead in symbolism to the westerner's Soviet Star on his Ushanka.