New IC notes.
Heading to Lexington now. If we’re lucky, might run into another recon team. If not...least there’s no one to yell at us for going out of AO. No damn idea what to do when we get there. We’re recon, not command. Don’t have the resources to do much other than drive and kill. Nothing on the scale we would need for reconstruction.
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Meet some traders on the road. Actual cars, pre-war and held together with duct tape and hope. Rolling Rico’s trading company. Gypsy truckers they call them. Decent enough, made a deal to ride up to Lexington with them for a keg of homebrew.
Talked about the biltmore republic up in Asheville. THey make electronics, fairly basic stuff but more’n we’ve seen elsewhere. Chapel hill signal got stronger. Sounds like talk radio almost. Can’t make out the words. Place with the university, likely just big wigs rambling.
Rolled into Salsbury with them. Talked with the sheriff there, Jehovah Thomas. Ran into some of his boys night before Rico. Escorting some killer, Mad Mike, to town for trial. Had to stop Leo from killing him. Team’s not the best. About the only reason they’re not dead is I said I’d keep them in line. Doc’s alright. Orca...can be. Rest...almost wish I’d left them. But they’re what I’ve got.
Talked around town. Cannopolis, down south a mile or two, is a bunch of cannibal raiders. Militia captain’ll pay us a half pound gold to be the spearhead of the attack. We’ve got the armor after all. Orca wants to go do it himself. Idiot’s never seen combat. None of them have. They’ll learn. Or die trying.
We’re heading out in the morning. Cannibals dug a pit across the road, laced the woods with powder charges. Orca’ll blast through the woods, get us around and in. Then we charge down the middle with the V and the militia cover fire from the woods. Here’s hoping we don’t die.
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