>>5934093>>5934037>>5934568>>5933873[Meanwhile, Elsewhere]
( Finally? Is this the place? The relentless rain as hunted you for the last twenty minutes and the car is starting to get claustrophobic. The air-con gave out an hour and somehow the car is stuffy despite how much you roll down the windows, and it's started rattling, a long, leaking sound of thudthudthuthud, something catching on something else, ground down by the malaise of the universe itself, spiteful scorn as an active opposition to every well-regulated minute of your lives.
Tactical has gotten the GPS bootstapped back online, kludging through five software update cycles and engineering hours and you can tell that in the ops centre, miles away, Liren has started whistling as she spins in her chair. Always a good sign of horrendous things to come )
. . . And here it is, the first footfalls of Village Príšerný, in all its tortured linguistic glory. And beyond, up this little round-about, is Hotel Strigoi and hopefully the conference cottagecore industry centre you're here to investigate. Maybe they'll have tea.
Barreling down the *other way*, at irresponsible speeds for the tight confines of this little barely patch of rain-sodden landscape, is two vans full of people in hunting outfits, patched uniforms and terror-stricken faces. They clutch a variety of rifles, some probably last seeing active service a few global conflicts ago.
The lead driver is busy looking back over his shoulder to shout something at the people piled into the back; he doesn't see the sudden apppearance of our fragile rental deposit claim on the roadway.
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TS Liren: I'm picking up objects on the road in front of -- SIDEWINDER, GET OFF THE ROAD !!!
>Team Won to ... act? 