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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 18:56:07 GMT -5
The pick up truck came to a stop where a host of men were gathered around a small vid screen. The men, all Somalis, were sitting on milk crates, and overturned barrels. Most wore only flip-flops, baggy sweat pants, and wife-beaters, or basketball jerseys. Tyler noticed at least two men had Eastern bloc assault rifles, and there were a couple with pistols shoved precariously down their pants.
Joss and Abrams came out of the truck. Abrams hung back by the pick up, while Joss moved forward towards the men, hands visible, although not raise, and moving slowly.
Abrams gestured for Tyler to get out and come over towards him.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Aug 10, 2012 23:29:03 GMT -5
Tyler parked his sedan about 10 feet behind the pick up and got out. He walked over to Abrams slowly with hands in sight."So, who are these people exactly?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 11, 2012 23:26:26 GMT -5
"We're meeting with a guy named Hamid. He's a small timer with Clan Reerow. Some times they feed us a little information, in exchange for some supplies. Nothing deadly, liability would be too high, but basic medical... food, water. Clean water is hard to get it." Abrams said.
Joss was talking with a guy wearing a purple Jersey that said "HEAT" on it. It looked relatively new, even though the design was probably forty years out of fashion. A lot of counterfeiters made good money selling off "American fashions" to foreigners. Did they give a frag that the Miami Heat hadn't played winning game since 2016? No of course not. What matters is it had English words on it.
Joss and the guy he was speaking too came over.
"Abrams, gimme a carton of smokes, and a case of water." Joss said. Abrams nodded, and threw the carton of cigarettes at the Somali, who caught them, and ducked them into his waistband.
"What you want know?" He said, as Abrams was fetching the water.
Joss pointed at Tyler, "Your show."
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Aug 12, 2012 2:37:54 GMT -5
"Who the guys were that shot up the bus stop, who they were after, and why did they do it."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 12, 2012 16:50:30 GMT -5
The man looked at Tyler and then at Abrams and shrugged.
"You gotta speak slower man, he's English ain't the best." Joss said.
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Post by Marie on Aug 12, 2012 17:31:36 GMT -5
Morrigan stepped onto the street. She wasn't sure where she was in terms of the right end of the road so she looked all around for a sign or a numbe.r.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 12, 2012 17:35:55 GMT -5
There were no numbers on the street. Indeed "Street" was a vague term, since apparently people had frequently decided to build their little shanties right in the middle of it, or do however else they pleased.
Finally she saw a solid looking concrete structure that said "1500" Franklin.
She noticed that she had the eyes of the many residents, most of whom were from African or other far abroad places, so she stood out mightily.
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Post by Marie on Aug 12, 2012 17:43:05 GMT -5
Morrigan recalled that she needed 1568 but at least this was close to that. She headed towards the concrete structure and looked for a door or security window.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 12, 2012 17:45:45 GMT -5
There was a doorway, but the door had long since gone missing.
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Post by Marie on Aug 12, 2012 17:55:32 GMT -5
She stepped through the open doorway and immediately glanced around.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 12, 2012 18:07:52 GMT -5
The building had every look of being abandoned. Holes in the ceiling and walls, peeling paint, and littered needles, torn papers, and other refuse were discarded along the floor.
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Post by Marie on Aug 12, 2012 18:10:25 GMT -5
She serached the building thoroughly, especially the papers, looking for anything that would indicate the location she needed, or which might otherwise be of use, such as a map.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 12, 2012 18:13:56 GMT -5
it was mostly discarded fast food wrappers, used prophylactics and the like. "Can I help you?" came the scratchy voice of an old black man, wearing a white t-shirt, suspenders and a pair of slacks which looks like they might once have come from a tuxedo. "You ain't from around here is ya?"
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Post by Marie on Aug 12, 2012 18:18:48 GMT -5
"No. Hi. I'm looking for a man somewhere in this area. I thought maybe I would find something useful here because I don't know where I have to go," she said. "What is this place?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 12, 2012 18:22:11 GMT -5
"It's a squat," the man replied, "Who you looking for?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.