Death! Sorry, a fireman tried to burn down the motel we were staying at. Very irritating. You happened to call while we were trying to sneak away.
Fine now, though me and Rico have split up. Did you know the army was in town? They seem to be patrolling the city and trying to help get a handle on whatever made the firemen turn pyro.
Chat-chat-chat, get in my car and make sure everything is functional and present.
Check in with Rico on the 2-way and see where he's gone (assuming he responds). Attempt to check the internet for news and other things while chatting.
(( So we now have everyone in contact except Toaster. And of course Toaster is the one of us that got another 'clue' 
))
Your car is the same way you left it, there isn't so much as a scratch on the paint.
The internet is very odd. There's no real new information, no information at all really. News sites are nothing but strange jabbering noises or articles of repeating nonsense sentences. Video ads are the only things that seem to be comprehensible; the first one you see, waiting for a video to load, extols the benefits and moral correctness of self mutilation while a brunette model peels her own face off. The second advertises a box of nails as a diet food, and the third is nothing but several minutes of a narrator berating you while black and white video of people injuring themselves attempting to do house hold chores plays.
Try to get the door open. Use the crowbar I bought before.
You grab the crowbar from the truck and jam it into the crack between the door and the door frame. You wedge it in nice and deep before you start prying. The door frame cracks and splinters before you get the door itself free, so you move down, closer to the handle, and try again. This time it comes, taking much of the door frame with it and partially wrenching the lock mechanisms out of the door itself.
Check in with Rico on the 2-way and see where he's gone (assuming he responds). Attempt to check the internet for news and other things while chatting.
Pick up.
Your phone begins vibrating just as you finish breaking the door open. You pick up and start talking, even as you step into the booth and try to figure out how to open the main gate.
This had to mean something. But what? Brian looked at the smashed remnants of his computer, and knew that the Internet was probably no help. He could go to a library, but would they even be open? Unlikely. He felt rather unwilling to leave his house.
But what, then? Stay here and wait for death? The next wave of fires- or whatever came next- could be far worse.
The library was an option, at least. They would have computers.
Call the local library and see if they are open. What time is it, anyway?
Your clock is acting odd. It's sort of oscillating between two times. However, you would say it's probably around 10 in the morning, maybe a bit earlier.
You call the library, but no one picks up and eventually it just rolls over into the answering machine, which tells you the library hours and late fees and then hangs up. Hm.
I can tell you now, don't bother looking online - something's screwed it up, nothing comes up correctly. When you find out where the other guy is, call me back - I think we should group up. If anything, I probably have some supplies and expertise you guys might not, and vice-versa.
Sam hangs up, and keeps watch from the entrance of the alley for anything going on.
There are people moving down the street, some running, others walking backwards, watching the fire spread. they seem far too interested in the fire or escaping to notice you and your new friend crouched in the alley.
Was under the impression that I'd posted an action here; evidently I didn't. Sorry for the fuckup.
Patrick ... pulls out his cell phone and checks the battery level, I suppose.
You pull out your cell phone and check the battery. It shows a little full battery graphic.
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