[CENTER][h3][color=#913C16][b]RAM HEAD | Vernon Thompson[/b][/color][/h3][/center]
[SUP]Darkness On The Edge Of Town[center] Killbride Sawmill		Interaction: [@Lurking Shadow][@Ferrocerium] [/center][/SUP]
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	As Vernon drove up the winding gravel path through the woods, he saw a thick black plume of smoke coming from the direction of the Sawmill. Maybe they were just burning trash or something up there? The path continued uphill and smoke began to obscure the road. Vernon looked to Bongo and mumbled, [color=#913C16]"Oh no."[/color] She looked over at him and "Boof'd" warily. Once he drove up a final steepness in the hill, Vernon's 'Oh no' became an, [color=#913C16]"Oh shit".[/color] 
	
	Flames rolled out of the Sawmill, greedily eating away at the wood, and the only thing Vernon could say as he put his truck into park was, [color=#913C16]"I guess the firewood's dry."[/color] He hesitated. Seated within his vehicle, a reasonable distance away from the Sawmill, Vernon stared toward it and felt as if the universe was trying to tell him something. Bongo meanwhile was barking and scratching at the door before she turned and licked at his face. [color=#913C16]"Shit-- you right. You right. Okay,"[/color] Vernon told the dog as he opened his door, [color=#913C16]"Better go see if everything's okay-- I mean. Well..."[/color]
		
		Clearly everything wasn't okay. 
	
	Bongo leapt across his lap and began running toward the Sawmill then stopped. Vernon very nearly tripped over his dog. He stopped and asked, [color=#913C16]"What? What's up?"[/color] as Bongo began sniffing around. She whined and began backing away from the Sawmill. Tilting his head, Vernon stared at Bongo in mild surprise. What was it that scared her so much? Bongo continued backing away, but barked at Vernon still. She clearly didn't want to go but certainly wanted him to do something. He began patting himself down, mumbling, [color=#913C16]"You seen my phone, ol'girl?"[/color] Had this been one of those days where he just didn't carry the phone? [color=#913C16]"Damn it,"[/color] he grumbled before starting to job toward the Sawmill. Bongo barked after him briefly before turning away and leaping into the truck bed.
	
	[color=gold] “HEY!”[/color]

	Vernon heard the voice call out then ran toward it-- quickly given the fact that he had augmented legs. It came from the other side of the Sawmill, which must have conveniently obscured his position from... [color=#913C16]"It ain't nearly that cold out here,"[/color] Vernon mumbled once he caught sight of Gavin. Immediately he paused and quickly assessed the situation. He eyed the layers of clothing with an arched brow. People only dressed like that when they were homeless, addicted to some terrible drugs, or cold. It was possible this dude was a mix of all three and was the arsonist himself. Next his eyes landed on the well dressed Anton and could only form one word: [color=#913C16]"Weird."[/color] But just as Veronon saw Anton, he saw a very singed looking Whittaker nearby-- well at least one person was familiar. They had been acquaintances for years since Vernon moved into California. While they weren't friends, there was no doubt he'd recognize Vernon. Quick conclusions in the matter of moments were drawn: 

	Overdressed dude - Bad
	Well dressed guy - Enigma
	Whittaker - Kind of cooked

	[color=#913C16]"Hell no, not about to wait,"[/color] Vernon told himself as he charged into the clearing near the other two. [color=#913C16]"Don't know who any of y'all are but that man needs to be in a hospital now. Right now! I got a truck and I can get'em there,"[/color] Vernon called out. He halted again once he noted Gavin's hand on his hip and assumed the worst. If that guy made any moves, any slight moves to draw a weapon, he was going to shit every single one of his teeth with Vernon's assistance. Then again, if he was more focused on Suit over there, then perhaps he could dash out and get Whittaker without much trouble.

	[color=#913C16]"Whittaker-- you'd best get movin' if you can,"[/color] Vernon called out to the man, [color=#913C16]"If you came from in there, ain't not tellin' what sort of inhalation burns you done picked up. I'm sure it's gettin' hard to breathe! I ain't got a phone and you know ain't no fire department comin'. Get over here, man!"[/color] Whittaker gave Vernon a very familiar look, the one where someone was just a couple of minutes from passing out or puking-- Vernon assumed it was the former. He eyed the other two people warily but wasn't going to give them more than ten seconds to figure themselves out.