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The good news was that Gene was a bit more confident this wasn’t a sting operation. The bad news was that he remained unconvinced these people weren’t morons.

It was like some bizarre LARP thing as the nerdy looking girl, Jennifer, managed to stutter her way through her notes on the Black family tree. That they were the head honchos of Quintin did not inspire a lot of respect from Gene, a quick glance out the window led him to believe a hillbilly squatted over a ditch one day and shat out this town. His attention was drawn to Jen’s map, various points of interest outlined with a skull messily drawn over one area. The mother/daughter trauma team jumped on this almost immediately, it [i]was[/i] a little strange that Jen hadn’t mentioned it but then again this may well be her first conversation with human beings ever judging by the way she carried herself.

He [b]just[/b] managed to suppress a scoff at Jennifer’s answer: “death.” It was not a haunted swamp, it was a perfectly normal swamp, which housed many mundane dangers that likely would terrify superstitious locals who’d only recently discovered fire. She was getting shifty, pointing out how unkindly the town residents took to people who asked questions. So long as they didn’t start commenting on Gene having a “purdy mouth” he didn’t give a shit what they thought. Regardless, the family office seemed like a decent place to start. Arranging a meeting with this “Mary-Louise” would be simplicity itself, Gene could have it done in five minutes if he were alone and not currently in-between characters with these people. Unfortunately, no such luck. The punk chick and the leather chick already volunteered themselves so he was looking forward to hearing how that pulp scene played out.

[colour=peru]”Jen, what’re some of the places circled here?”[/colour] He said, tapping her map with his index finger. [colour=peru]”If upsettin’ the local population’s an issue, might be worth spreadin’ ourselves a lil thinner. Cover more ground without attractin’ as much attention. [i]hm[/i] In theory anyway.”[/colour]

And, ideally, giving Gene a chance to separate himself from this circus. Jennifer had effectively given him some starting points which was really all Gene cared about.