Voodoo - Harrisburg
Sep. 8th, 2014 08:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aaaaaaaagh_skyIt is generally considered traditional that when any ragtag group of travelers undertakes a long journey, particularly on foot over unfamiliar territory, someone in the group will begin whining, "Are we there yet?" far too soon for the answer to be anything affirmative.
The first time the words came up in the group, Voodoo and Hector both smacked the offender on the head at the same time. It has not happened since.
At any rate, the group has been walking for a long while, and fending off interest from all the wrong sorts of people and wildlife. But there's a smell of smoke and human habitation on the wind ahead.
The first time the words came up in the group, Voodoo and Hector both smacked the offender on the head at the same time. It has not happened since.
At any rate, the group has been walking for a long while, and fending off interest from all the wrong sorts of people and wildlife. But there's a smell of smoke and human habitation on the wind ahead.
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Date: 2014-09-14 04:50 am (UTC)Voodoo lets a long breath out, checking his carbine.
"I saw where they retreated to. Follow my lead and we'll be knocking on their front door inside of thirty minutes. Let's hustle, we've got a man MIA."