>>6120326The merchant motions you over, and using some highlighters presents you with his own notes, while he begins marking up the page.
>This light blue is the stuff you found prior to the ambulance, the dark blue after the ambulance. Now some of the gin, cigarettes and pills were consumed. So I'm figuring that you'd want a generic pay out, so you can trade for what you like. Of course you can keep everything if you prefer. This is just the summary. What you'd brought back, the smokes and the alligator and that clean shirt, plus the snap on tools and the fire extinguisher, plus the 4 heads you chopped, it all comes to 20 bucks, and you get the shotgun and shells, as promised.He points up to line item 6612
>Now, those trophies of yours, the, erm, the boys you decorated your truck with, they aren't part of the payout. I concluded you were keeping them, since you went through the trouble of making them into hood ornaments.He picks up the digital camera and motions it to you
>now these pictures, we'll need to debreif over them, but from what the others are saying the helicopter has departed, and the citizenry has disbanded their pursuit. I'll go over these with the others when you've had a chance to rest. You may learn a few things, we all might, in regards to what we're dealing with. Despite the minor fright, Ray is jovial, and comradely, as is Andy, who invites you for a drink. The Slav has gone over to a loophole with his smoke, and draws slowly now, having only one stick before returning back into the interior crowd. You realize later that you've not seen what he looks like
After the brief panic, you find that every clinking glass, creak of a door and unexpected groan put you on edge. You have your dinner with you back to the wall, facing the whole crowd, and then you remember that you've only 7 bullets, and there are twenty or more in the mess. And so you leave and finish your food outaide where it is quieter, and watch the sky alone.
>[your ptsd is Currently manifesting as paranoid caution, giving you +1 against calamity. PTSD can change over time]The slav stands ten feet away as you finish your last bite of stew.
>it went well tonight. You handled yourself well. The others, they think so too.[You have +1 to recruitment on missions]
Your mind is clearing from the pills and alcohol, having sweated much of it out. You pay to clean up, and for your room, and carry your guns and possessions to your cot and lay down to rest.
[If my 2nd and 1st add to 10 or less, you will dream of drinking wine with a scalped Spiro Agnew. If 11 or more you will wake up crying and have a craving for alcohol, suffering a -1 to kill rqnge and search until you embibe. This may lead to a drug dependency]
In the morning you'll have the chance at another job, or to go exploring on your own.
After the latrine, you lay to sleep, and remember the screaming of the black boy you burned, before you shut your eyes and hum to drown it out.
