Re: Chapter 1: Signs from God
Ideally you would go yesterday.
You all know what John is going to say next, as it's one of his most favorite phrases.
In another universe, you did go yesterday, so get a move on. Your commlinks still work out there in the great plains, so contact Headquarters if you need any help.
You exit and take the elevator to the roof, where a corporate-looking helicopter is waiting to take you to the airport. After a short ride, you land at a private air strip, where you find MMC7.
Your flight, as well as drive into town occur without incident.
The town of Ford is mostly made up of huge spanses of land, connected by tiny roads. The fields consist of a roughly even spread of cattle, chicken, pigs, and wheat, soybeans, and corn. Most farmers dabble in at least two or three different areas and rotate their crops. As you pass some of the farms you notice that many of the livestock farms have tiny signs out front with the names of meat companies, such as Tyson or Smithfield. [Private to Tobias Byrne; Xavier Angel Solomon: You notice that some of the fields have large patches of dead crops, as if the rain consistantly missed a spot.] [Private to Miri Ankh: You automatically missed a spot check, because you do not yet have a spot modifier]
You arrive to the center of town... if it could be called that. The main street, named, aptly, Main Street, is in fact the only street, and is filled with buildings that look like they might be 25, 50 or 100 years old. No building looks like it has had a paint job this century. The town hall, hardware store, grocery store, diner, movie theater, and a few mom and pop stores line each side of the street.
You see what must be your hotel, since it is the only hotel in site: The Chicken Ranch. It is designed to look like (and for all you know may be) an authentic Wild West-style hotel and bar, completely with swinging saloon doors which let slip the sounds of an out of tune player piano.