[Trainyard, Jacksonville, CAS. April 13th, 6:55am 2076]
The sun is up, but just barely. The smell comes back as soon as the sun rises, seeping out of the swamp in waves of fog and low hanging clouds of foul scented mist. If you are out-doors, you are wet. There's just no way around it, the dew is so thick. Unless you've been in south america or parts of africa, you've never been anywhere as humid as this in your life. It almost feels like you're in a cold-sim VR trid about swimming through cold sewage water. At least it's still not hot enough for the mosquitoes yet.
FP has been here for nearly an hour already, and when he first arrived, the trainyard seemed empty at first, but after listening closely, he can hear the sound of aerosol escaping from can in short controlled bursts. Following the sound, he's eventually led around to a tall, white human in a mismatched sweatsuit. The top is green and has a hood, pulled up over his head and the bottoms are black with a print of "Mookey Moopey" a Japanese childrens show about a cutesy frog; the merchandise from said show is popular with strippers and drug users for some reason. The man has a plastic crate full of spray cans at his feet and is working on a 6 foot wide by 3 foot high three color piece on the side of a train. When he sees you come around the corner, he freezes for a moment, poised for flight, then smiles wide. One has seen better days, but he's in a good mood and happy to see you. "Finna be another hour or so fore the rest a these mugs get here. You wanna do lookout, yo?" You spent the time waiting while keeping an eye out for security drones and warning One if any approached. FP also saw Byte arrive about 10 minutes ago.
It's at this point in the morning that a large black BMW 400 comes pulling west up Church street toward the yard. One gets a message on his Comm, reaches into his pocket to read it, then interrupts whatever Byte and FP may have been talking about with the words, "Rest a the team here, yo. Time ta go. I'll explain everything in the car, wiz?" He gathers up his cans into the plastic crate and lifts it up over one shoulder, walking back toward the road. The car pulls to a stop near the three of you and the drivers side window rolls down, revealing a gaunt human woman in her early thirties. She's got blonde hair with too much product in it in a valiant but futile attempt to combat the humidty, and a bit too much make up. She's clearly tired as hell, but despite all that, she's still got an attractive face. There's a man in a green suit sitting next to her. She yawns really loud and smiles at One before saying, "So, what's goin on, Sam? The fuck am I doing all the way out here, anyways?" One responds only with an apologetic grin and the words, "I need to borrow your car for the day, girl."
During the ride back east over the Mathews bridge to Jennifer's apartment in Arlington, the two of them argue in the front seat like CRAZY. You're certain that the two of them will come to blows before the ride is over and you wonder just how horrifying a ride like this would have been a hundred years ago, before the dog brain did all the driving instead of a screaming mad human. She never tells you her name is Jennifer, but you know her name because it's about a ten minute ride of "Jennifer, no. No jennifer! Dammit Jennifer I never said- Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer! No Jennifer, Fuck YOU!" You get a few distinct impressions by the time she slams the door and stomps into her apartment crying, leaving the car running and the four of you alone in it. First, that she's a crazy fuckin junkie. Secondly, that Sam is kind of an asshole, or at least that he treats her like shit. Lastly, that they've been together for years and it's always been like this between them.
One turns around in his seat with a look of regret and defeat on his face. A face, which you now notice has received a decent beating within the last 48 hours. He still has a bit of a black-eye hidden underneath that hoodie, now that you look real close. He says to the three of you scrunched into the backseat, "Sorry yo, but I gotta run in talk to this girl right quick, wiz? Won't be but five minutes, yo. Yall go head and introduce yall selves and shit while a mug is in there, wiz?" And with that, he's gone, leaving the three of you alone in an idling car, bumping goblin rap too loud for this time of the morning.
