[b][u]Outskirts of Jacksonville, Florida, Mick Mercer's Garage. 11:40 AM[/u][/b]

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Mayor Ray Tyson:
[i]Alright, Mercer  you got 2 more hours, but I want you out of my city the minute your new 'convoy' show up the locals get nervous when you wastlanders come around. Its hard enough keeping order in this city without you. [/i]

Mercer was underneath his new helicopter 'The Mantis' fixing the gyro while the Mayor of Jacksonville was shouting at him, Mick Mercer knew he wasn't welcome there, he was lucky to even be able to rent a garage this close to the city. Normal folks aren't fond of wastelanders, they represent danger and disorder, and most of all true freedom. Which your average brick layer or potato farmer greatly resents. Mercer emerged from underneath the gyro and walked over to the workbench near where the fat mayor was standing and lit up a fresh cuban cigar, taking a heavy draw and blowing smoke in the mayor's face. 

[b][i]I'll be out of here soon, just have my money when I get the oil, old man.[/i]
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Mayor Tyson stormed out of the garage and slammed the door behind him as Mercer chuckled under his breath. Mick then spun on his heels to the back, this was the 'real' part of the garage,  it used to be a truck stop and housed a large number of vans before Mick dismantled them and sold them all for scrap. Mick walked over to [b]The Drivers[/b] he had been hiding them in the back, all their cars were parked in this large hangar like room. The heavy Florida sun was beating in through the windows, and the sky was mostly clear.

Mick counted 6 drivers in all as they we rummaging through the war chest, and affixing various things to their cars which were parked surprisingly neatly in the corner of the garage.

[b][i]Alright convoy, I dont actually know who you any of you are yet. I had dossiers but I was too drunk to read them last night, so state your name and tell me how far along your ride is. I'm listening but Ive gotta fix some of these leaky pipes in hear while you talk, most of these hangars were built in World War 3, and the wear and tear is showing.[/i][/b]

Mick pulled out a blow torch and began to fire up as the drivers spoke....


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