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"So how'd you get roped into this suicide mission? Death wish?" Eleanor didn't look at Dan while driving, but she wasn't really paying attention to the road either.
Welcome to the world on this side.
"What about you?"
That's the jist of it, aside from some stupidity that you can ask Casimir about. I'd rather not recall it."
Welcome to the world on this side.
With that, Vic pulls onto the freeway and heads towards their location, still letting the others follow.
"Looks like we made it..."
END ACT 1
The impromptu convoy pulls into the numbered streets, eventually stopping at a series of houses on 12th street.
Hours later
"Looks like we're here, finally." He's silent a moment, considering how far away he is from his family. Maybe it was a good thing.
"I figure the area wasn't always like this. 'Ghost Town' comes to mind."
Welcome to the world on this side.
He looks at the paper with the addresses and keys, trying to find where they are going.
1893 12th
1896 12th
1900 13th
1903 13th
1907 13th
1971 15th
Reynold and Bishop:Rosemary's Inn'n Pub(btwn tire store and wedding apparel) 39 E Main 505-532-7896
Specimen pick-up-Mayflower
Delivery-Valley Storage
"Alright Vic... you know where we're going. How about you take point on this one?
He also shows them the paper that Hank received.
You know. To build trust and all that.
"Now I suppose we should go find our contacts at ... Rosemarys Inn and Pub. Though I may be overdressed."
He puts the sheet away and starts heading towards the direction of the pub. Despite his casual gait his shoes barely make a sound on the sidewalk.
Hank lit a cigarette and followed a few paces behind.
"You heard me, Vic. Keep walking, buddy."