"Heard Houses like Rain and Glade will trade for slaves as menial workers, and when they've outlived their usefulness, they eat 'em." They're nasty, but they're willing to trade if you've both got something to gain from it. "They're more mercantile than the other Houses. Whatever's left is going to be exhausted and wary of an attack." Since then, they've been raiding their way north, killin' and getting killed along the way. Picked a fight with the wrong Warlords down there. "It's the House of Claws, so they won't have much personnel left after that disaster they traipsed into in Senegal. "Even if we go in force, we're likely to get picked off on the way."Įskel nodded. Gabriel." My Ghost brought up a topographical map of the city-now-turned-ghost-town. Broad daylight's fine by me, but the Waterview approach doesn't offer much cover. "Those in favor?"Ī moment of silence and consideration preceded a round of grunts and nods that decides the call. "I say we hit them first," Rigel proposes, reassembling his weapon with meticulous precision. And we've got our townsfolk to worry about." Waterview does have a water filtration system set up, not that its worked for the better part of a century, but I'll bet the Fallen could find a way to use it against us. "If the Fallen know our territories, they could poison the water supply to weaken us as a prelude to an attack. "We're downstream of Waterview," I reminded the gunslinger. "Hit the scavs at Waterview? Or do we leave 'em be? There ain't much left at Waterview to be honest. "So, we forming a raiding party?" Kamil asks, twirling his revolver around his finger idly. A round of agreements echoes around the table. "Better in our hands than theirs," I said approvingly. I snapped my fingers and Gabriel takes it in. The firepower – and safety – that it would provide would be well worth its price. But with a bit of tinkering, I could make it work. Sure enough, it wasn't even close to combat readiness. I pulled the weapon closer and inspect it. Bastards were packin' up after scavenging an old supply depot out past Emerald Cove. Nabbed it off a Fallen raiding party in May. You've got an eye for taste, but it's missing a few parts. The menu flickers away and in its place a large weapon transmats to the table. "How's 200 kilos sound?"Īgain, he assented and the deal was struck. "I'll trade it for some of that copper you mined last season." Might as well trade it for something worthwhile."Įskal sighed and held his head in a hand. "It's literally been collecting dust for weeks. "It's broken and we don't have the parts to fix it," It offered. His Ghost, Kai, shrugged as Ghosts do quite unapologetically. "Kai, what the hell? I told you not to list that!" "I'll take that one."Įskal raised an eyebrow and followed my finger. "I'll have the shipment at your place in a day 'r two."Īn item drew my attention. "A dozen steers sound fair?"Įskal inclined his head in the affirmative and the deal was struck. With a flick of her finger, she selected the weapons she wanted from the holographic display. The clear and crisp tone of Lyra's voice drew all our eyes, the normally reticent woman pushing off the wall she was leaning against, her wide, swaying hips ornamented with an array of bullets and knives. I glanced up from the report to glance at the list, only a few items of interest catching my eye. "What's your wares?" Rigel asked without so much as looking up from his work.Įskal signaled his Ghost with a wave, and the little thing hovered over and displayed a holographic catalog of weapons and equipment Eskal was willing to sell. Fact is, y'all need guns, I got 'em, and I know y'all got the scratch to pay." "How the hell'd you get a trader all the way from Burnsfield? The Fallen are all over those routes."Įskal simply shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. Kamil raised an eyebrow incredulously at his companion. "If y'all're hurtin' for some merch, I'll sell 'em to ya, at a special discounted price of course." "We got a new shipment of guns last week from Burnsfield," Eskal said with a grin, holding out a hand and ribbing his fingers together. "We'll have to put together a repulsion team," I say dismally, though it was nothing anyone present didn't already know. Even if I'd just heard it in full a moment before, it always helped me to digest the whole thing if I could see it with my own eyes. I picked up datapad on the table and flipped through it. If the Fallen are making moves into Waterview we need to be ready to check 'em," came the surly voice of Rigel as he picked grime from the guts of his weapon. "By show of hands, who's surprised? No? No one? Shocking." "They're moving again," Eskal noted as he tossed the report in his hands across the table.
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