Darkwind - Viewing Topic: All the chrome for your very-close-to SS camp

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Offspring to the Load Runners, a nypmh-haired Chaos Engineer pokes her head into Dexter's, then motions for unknown followers to come after.

Three Engineers struggle to carry an unwieldy sack up to the bar; it takes everything they've got to hoist it where it sits.

The nymph nearly skips over to an older gent in the Chaos' signature single color work overalls and sticks out her hand expectantly. The somber old man gives out a sigh and hands her his eight-shot.

Lips set in a tight line, careful not to sweep anyone, the dark-haired girl approaches an other-wise empty table and sits down.

Someone from the next table asks if the gun weighs more then her.

She racks the shotgun slowly in response.

A single 'IOU' in blood-red letters falls from the pack the men put on the table.

The one behind the bar blinks stupidly - probably never seen so much chrome in one place.

"We want a camp. We want it close enough to SS to walk to. All the chrome you can carry for it", the older, shotgunless man yawns.

......................... vet wv0,2,0
Posted Mar 10, 2020, 3:00 pm