Ticonderoga, New York.
Three days before the declaration of the American Revolutionary Government.
The old, abandoned mansion looms before you in the afternoon drizzle, a hulking, shelled mass of limestone rubble and rain-soaked wooden beams.
The Continental Army has been pushed an entire fifty miles south to DC, leaving an entire expanse of land formerly owned by the elite up for grabs. You are neither with the rebels nor with the bookers. You are an opportunist looking for loot.
You have with you a Remington M2023 pump-action shotgun, an M1911 pistol, extra ammunition for both, a machete, some canned food, a thermos, a Swiss army knife, some rope, and a flashlight.
You test the mansion's electric fence. The shelling seems to have destroyed the generator. You heave yourself over, plopping onto the muddy tall grass.
You step into a giant crack in the wall. You find yourself in some sort of storage room, with row upon row of lockers and steel chests. Several are on the floor. The contents of one locker are strewn on the floor. There seem to be some important-looking papers.
There is also an unlocked door leading into another room.
There is a broken staircase leading upstairs, though you'll have to do a bit of climbing to get there.
