RE419S | audio | Day 7

[aluminumandash]

[ Rust's voice comes over the walkie, urgent and forceful. ] Anyone in the area between the concrete structures where Martin and me were held—that's the foothills with, ah, a river to the south and the jungle ten hours to the west of the northeast coast, check in right the fuck now.

[ He thinks to type the rest out—some semblance of a record, something for people to refer back to for the while it's around—but five minutes punching little keys and he can't take it anymore. So his voice returns, matter-of-fact. ]

Officer de Guzman's dead. [ If anyone was hoping for a eulogy, it's not fucking happening. ] Took an arrow to the shoulder then was executed, from the sound of it, likely with his own firearm. He was in the region I just described, about a kilometer away from a wood cabin with no defenses or occupants he could discern. Guessing he walked into some kind of a trap. [ He concludes, irritation seeping into his voice. ]

Much as I hate to state the obvious, circumstances compel me to say: do not seek out the cabin. Hell, I'll say it twice: do not seek out the fucking cabin. You find yourself in an area suspiciously quiet and bereft of animal activity, turn around and go back the way you came.

The individual who killed him had a message for us. It follows.

[ After a short delay: ] The next animal I find here will die a much slower death. Tell your friends for me.


OOC: Replies subject to even more robust threadjacking than usual from Lalo!

Comments

[salamanca]

You should never feel foolish for looking for anything! Even if you don't find it, what's the worst that could happen? Nothing has changed! If you do find it, then wham - new information! And if somebody is mocking you and sending you in circles looking for something that doesn't exist, as soon as you get enough proof, you can just kill the fucker.

[ That's one text. Hastily he sends another: ]

Kidding, kidding, everyone! That was a joke. We're not killing anybody.

Maybe, but I don't think I could be happy with just one job. Could you? Always nice to expand your horizons. Hard to do that when you only do one thing all the time.

[meadqueen]

I suspect you’d feel foolish too, sent on a quest after some giant birds that might not exist. I know it's far in the future but it's hard to believe that so much has changed.

I'm not sure. I might like only having to think about one kind of thing for a while.

[salamanca]

Do you think I'm the sort of person who feels foolish often, Miss?

Is that right? What one thing would you think about, if it was only one? I'm thinking, maybe for me, I might pick cooking. But it's hard to say. Maybe I would be a brewer.

[meadqueen]

Do you think I am?

[Non-answer but even a straightforward person can balk a bit at being rude to the guy who just died. Especially since Steph made guns sound so terrible]

I would like to be a scout, I think. Exploring the land, visiting various ruins for myself, carrying important messages.