[hr][INDENT][I][b]Pointe Bordeaux[/b] [INDENT]March 18, 2016[/INDENT][/I][/INDENT][hr] Mud flew into the air as the whine of the motorcycle echoed from within the thick wooded swamp. The dirt road around the bayou had proved to be a treacherous one for the Convoy to journey along but ultimately worthwhile as the group had avoided any trouble. Whipping around the corner, the navigator on the motorcycle nearly lost his traction as the road beneath him switched from dirt and mud to loose gravel. Behind him, two more similar built bikes emerged from the wood as they were followed by a large truck. The rest of the convoy began to emerge from the woods as the drivers of each of the larger vehicles sighed a breath of relief as their wheels bit into the concrete. Numerous vans, campers, jeeps and trucks lined up behind the scout vehicles as several more motorcycles came around from the back to rejoin the front. Thunder crackled over head as the sky seemed to open up, rain pouring onto the convoy, washing away from the mud of the bayou as the group of vehicles headed towards the glow of Pointe Bordeaux. Looking back from his seat, Tarvos did a quick count to ensure everyone was on the road behind them and they didn't lose a vehicle in the last washed out section of road. The elected leader of the convoy, Tarvos had started picking up Hyperhumans in Maine before working his way down the East Coast. However he had never expected to gain such a large following. Currently they were a group of around fifty, a rather large number to remain uncontested for so long. But Tarvos was no fool, he had ensured the convoy ignored freeways and main highways, sending several scout vehicles ahead to refill their fuel supplies and return to the group. The motorcycles were able to slip in and out of cities without drawing much attention allowing Tarvos to get a feel for how many they could send in to resupply their food stocks. Pointe Bordeaux was going to be rather easy compared to the previous cities, a city known for being an escape it was probably where most people had looked for their loved ones when they ran away with the convoy. Picking up the ham radio on the dash, Tarvos nodded towards the driver as he squeezed the hand-piece to activate it. "Our next stop is ahead. Welcome to Pointe Bordeaux everyone." Tarvos' voice crackled to life through the speakers of every vehicle as the drivers sat up straight and those who had dozed off stirred awake. His brogue accent commanding and full of authority as he continued. "There's a clearing just outside the city, an old plantation. Should be more than enough room for the convoy to pull over." He paused, looking down the hand written list of vehicles before speaking again. "Dawson, take Craig and the Jeep to get fuel from the South end of the city. Lisa, I want you and Harrison to take the Chevy and hit up a station on the West side. Susan and Julie will take the Safari and get groceries." He ordered. "The rest of you pull your vehicles over and set up camp, Harry and Steve you two know your drill. Check the vehicles for any damage sustained in the swamp and do what you can to keep the Winnebago patched up. Our stop in New Orleans did quite the number on its windows." The truck jolted slightly as its wheels left the smooth road and ventured onto the grass as Tarvos' driver, Reg followed the leaders instructions. Behind them the other vehicles followed suit, breaking into lines as they each came to a stop. Climbing out of the truck, Tarvos worked through the rows until he spotted the black van with a faded logo. Opening the back door, the tall man crouched as he stepped inside, nodding towards a blonde woman enthusiastically typing away on a laptop. "Did you make contact with them?" "Yeah, Uroboros accepted our payment but funds are getting tight Boss. It's not like it was back at P.R.C.U., we don't have Priest around anymore just conjuring up gold for us." "I know Belle." Tarvos replied placing his hand on her shoulder. "Either way, at least for the time being they're keeping the bogeys off our backs." "Yeah until someone offers them more." Belle muttered as Tarvos nodded his agreement reluctantly. It was only a matter of time before another buyer would be able to give Uroboros enough money to disclose everything about the Convoy. But Tarvos had faith by the time that came they could at least reach the Desert of the Dry Bones. "What's the next stop?" He asked hoping to lighten the mood. "Longhorn, Texas." Belle answered with a pause before continuing. "That's our last stop before we hit the desert, and there's not much out there. There's going to be numerous stretches with no chance at refueling or even stealing off the power grid. When we hit Longhorn we'll nearly exhaust what money we have left to have enough supplies to make it from there to Los Paraíso." "Have a little faith Belle, we've faced worse." Tarvos said turning to leave. "Yes Sir." Belle muttered as she turned back to her laptop. Exiting the black van, Tarvos moved through the rain towards another vehicle. A bit older, it was a miracle the Volkswagon Camper had kept up this long but it was no surprise given its stubborn occupant. "Ms. Ravencroft." Tarvos said with a knock on the side of the vehicle. "Come in before you get a cold child." Came the elderly voice from inside as Tarvos opened the door. The man was nearly in his fifties but Serena Ravencroft was still almost twice his age. "You know as well as I do, it's impossible for me to get a cold." He stated as he took a seat, closing the door. "Have you done it yet?" He asked as the woman turned her blind eyes towards him. "I was just about to." She answered, her old eyes closing as she stretched out her hands. Though blind in the traditional sense, Serena was far from being unable to see. Possibly one of the strongest Minerva type Hyperhumans ever recorded, Serena was able to sense and feel other Hyperhumans, and communicate with them. While it wouldn't be hard for her to directly order them, she was more mischievous by nature. Instead she preferred to plant subconscious thoughts, gut feelings, a nagging thought at the back of your head. It was through Serena that the convoy was able to let other Hyperhumans know they were here, that they were waiting for those who wanted a place to belong. "It's done." Serena stated falling back into her chair, her heart rate and breathing increased. "You should rest." Tarvos said, concern filling his eyes as he realized the toll using her powers was taking on her. "And you should learn not to tell your elders what to do." Serena snapped back with a wag of her bony finger. "As you wish." Tarvos said taking his leave.