((I still have all the equipment I bought, right? Then let's try and make this hunter, the hunted...))
Head along the road, using broken houses and cars as cover.
(yep)
You crouch low and run down the road, stopping behind each rusted out car and collapsed house. You stop at the end of the cul-de-sac, where the vestigal road reconnects with a larger thoroughfare. You peak around your most recent hiding place, a car half wrapped around a lamp post, and peak out into the street.
[hunter con: 2]
A round ricochets off the blacktop a few feet from your head.
"You're talking about Mesk? What makes you think he will kill me? You seem pretty sure about yourself, so I think some explaination is in order.
Who are you anyway?"
The lambs face is melting.
"He seeks what you have."Hmm. Art. That could work... If I remember Earth history right lots of dumb jackasses LOVE art made by prisoners. And practically anything can be 'abstract' art. I'd better talk to the Armory Master. Jim returned to the Armory. "Sorry to bother you again, but I have three more questions. Has anyone who ever worked here sold things to the 'outside world', like fiction or memoirs or art or things of that nature? Do you sell scrap metal, preferably a lot for cheap? And finally, is there anything you need done that I could take care of for you for a few tokens?" The last was even more of a longshot than the first two, but he didn't think it would hurt to ask.
(Also, Brazil makes the best guns ever.)
"Well, it's not like we dock very often, so selling to the outside world isn't gonna get you paid anytime soon. And not in tokens anyways. Scrap metal I can give you in bulk for pretty cheap, as long as you don't care about the kinds. As per things you can do for me to earn tokens, I don't have anything that needs doing that you can help with." She shrugs. "The lab boys might be willing to pay you for testing things for them...but that's not exactly the safest line of work."
Lars walked away from the armory master, never losing the faint smile on his face. The seed had been planted- for is it not written that each seed must be given time to flourish?
He headed to the rec room again, and said a quick prayer for guidance. Feeling a command to wait, he stayed in the rec room and glanced at the TV, seeing who else was in the room at this time.
The Tv is off, and everyone in the rec room seems to be on the VR machines, so you can't see their faces well.