Smoker Nix:
He sat quietly watching the sword drills, then helped scavenge metal scraps for Crichton's monster weapon.
Scrounging around, Smoker found a couple pieces of metal that looked like they would fit into Crichton's wonder-weapon.
Sgt. Ian Sullivan:
Ian asks around for the contact that he was given so he can deliver the package.
Using the name he'd been given, "Cpl. Boniface", Sullivan asked around. One of the Downtowners directed him to the Hostel, where Boniface was staying as a guest of the Templars.
Within minutes he was talking to Boniface, a middle-aged woman with short grey hair and a soft Caribbean accent. What was surprising was the the Corporal was in RCMP duty uniform (peaked hat with yellow band, khaki-grey shirt, tactical patrol vest, yellow-striped pants, boots). Boniface took the package Sullivan had couriered from the Law Dogs in St. Louis to the Templars in Boise with thanks, then continued with his new orders.
"Sergeant, the good news is that Depot has been rebuilt. Dere's a colony now, and it's our HQ and training centre again. Canada has no federal government or even provincial governments, yet, but we're working on it. For all intents and purposes the Mounties are in business again as a separate entity but we're are still allied with the Law Dogs.
"The bad-ish news is you're being assigned as RCMP liaison with the Law Dogs under Cole Ballad, down in Junktown. I'll be remainin' 'ere as liaison with the Templars. The word from Depot is to cooperate with the Templars and Law Dogs as much as we can.
"Something big is happening, and if we can keep Depot abreast while giving the Teplars a hand, all the better."
Marshall's Note: "Depot" is the name of the RCMP Academy and former national HQ in Regina. It was once a supply depot and command post for operations in the west before the coming of the railroad.
"Colony" is a loose term for survivor communities that are established after the war, typically ones that have been established after the war. Communities with "Near" and "New" in their names are usually colonies.
Over in the marketplace, Trejo's Squire Jason was killing time, waiting for his return. Simon had sent Trejo to Wichita to track down a fellow Templar, Chance, who was investigating rumours of a Coven of undead Witches led by the Catholic Anti-Bishop. He had no idea when Trejo would be back but somehow knew it would be sooner than he thought...
He heard a commotion as Henderson the food merchant's table was overturned. Iguana-on-a-stick and bottles of foul-tasting home-made "miracle" soda went flying everywhere.
Trejo had appeared seemingly from nowhere and had grabbed the food-seller with one hand while punching the shit out of him with the other. Drawing his machete in a lightning move, he held it at the bloody and dazed merchant's throat and growled,
"that's a real Templar bone, not some fake. I can feel it. Tell me where the rest of the body is, where you found it, who it is, and who you're working for and I'll let you'll live."
The food merchant shook his head to clear it enough to speak.
"Guhhh... guhhh.... the rest of the bones are over there in the duffel bag! With my stuff! I don't know who it was! I found the body in Potosi, Missouri! He was already dead, so, uh..."
Spotting Jason, Trejo smiled grimly.
"Oh, there you are, finally. On Texan time, I see. Search this pendejo's shit. Then we're bringin' him to Simon. ¡Ándele! ¡Ándele!!"
The market grew very quiet as everyone held their breaths, and then were let out when it seemed Trejo wasn't going to gank the man on the spot. In the moment of quiet, a clear "Snap-BAM!" was heard from over at the firing range a couple blocks away.
Searching Henderson's belongings indeed revealrf a dufflebag with skeletal remains inside. As Jason took the bag, Trejo then started dragging Henderson, the merchant, towards the temple by the scruff of his neck. Henderson promised Trejo considerable riches that were hidden elsewhere in the ruins if he would set him free. Trejo ignored him and kept dragging him on towards his fate.
Over on the firing range, Crichton's railgun round punched cleanly through the wood, the sandbag backing, and the low cinderblock wall a dozen feet behind that. And kept going.
"Mien Gott..." said Schaeffer.
"A true Wunderwaffen indeed!"
Seeing the Templar exit from the temple and head over to the parked vehicles, Schaeffer and Crichton wrapped it up with the students and headed over themselves.
Finally, Tasmin came out of the Temple. Looking around, she asked,
"say, weren't there more of you? Where's Trejo? And the Law Dog you were bringing, Sullivan?"
The missing posse members (Schaeffer, Crichton, Trejo (who had his big-ass machete out and was dragging along someone bloodied and bruised), his as-yet unknown Squire Jason, and finally Sullivan) were making their way over now.
"Good, there they are now!"
"Okay everyone, sorry for the wait, Simon would like to see you immediately, please."
Marshall's Note: for the sake of getting things moving, I assume Sullivan is on his way back, along with Trejo/Jason and Schaeffer/Crichton.
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