Going to try to do a bit more "story-ey" sort of RTD, tell me if this is fine
CHAPTER 1: The Black StallionThe old hearse, a 1948 Caddy slick and long as a black than stormy New England night, subtle as a fucking heart attack, rolls unchallenged through the wild Massachusetts night. In the passenger seat, Soldier drifts between her uneasy dreams and the nagging edges of wakefulness, dozing and waking and dozing again to the metronome rhythm of the windshield wipers. The radio's set to classic rock station out of Boston, and she's already told that asshole Sheldon that she'll break his goddan fingers if he so much as touches the dial. He can listen to that indie-rock college shit on his own dime, not when she's trying to catch a couple hours' shut-eye before a job.
After Providence and their brief meeting witrh the Bailiff and one of his boys at the Dunkin' Donuts on Thayer Street, the hearse left the city and followed I-95 north all the way up to and across the New Hampshire state line, finally doubling back at Hampton Beach, because that's the way the Bailiff told them to do it. Just like always, everything worked out ahead of time to the letter and in accordance with the Bailiff's precise instructions, the plans he'd cobbled together from star charts and newspaper astrologers and the obscure intersections of geometry and geography, nothing soldier even pretended to undertand. She listened when e talked and did what she was told.
You all followed behind Soldier, driven by a new guy to replace Dranor, Gerome. You all got patched up and re-loaded, so you were ready to take on whatever was ahead. And frankly, none of you felt like sitting with The Bailiff's executioner...
You all generally talk idly as the trip goes on, and you see that Sodier is drinking again, even after the Bailiff said to not to. You all finally get to the house and you hear a bit of what Sheldon and Sodier are saying.
"-shakes, the Bailiff said I would, but it never happened." said Sheldon. "Thats because your such a little cold hearted bit of jam." Soldier says. Zack and Gerome snicker at the joke, and they both turn to you all, mid conversation. "Alright newbies, simple mission, get in, kill the guys, burn the place to the ground -she points to the gasoline- and get out. We're not using magick to cover it up this time, Bailiff didn't say why, don't care. Armour up and lets move." You all get your weapons and armour and move on, ready to kill the target,Mr. Bittern. He's been consorting with demons, and like soldier said, you don't care much past that.