[hr][center][h1][color=orange]Anthony Sweetwater[/color][/h1]
[b]Point Bordeaux Exit Ramp off Route 10 heading West into the City[/b][/center][hr]

Anthony sighed deeply. He hated driving in the rain. He thanked goodness that he was finally pulling into Point Bordeaux. After days of searching Louisiana for the ever evasive convoy he finally felt this was it. This was the city he'd finally run into them. He supposed he could blame himself for the delay. He had never been to Louisiana before and he had wanted to sight see. New Orleans was a hoot! He spent the most time there taking in the legendary city. The food, the music, and most of all the people. They had some beautiful people with hospitality to spare. Baton Rouge was nice. He caught a live prodution of Moulin Rouge while he was there. From there he hopped along to Lafayette and Lake Charles where he met up with his connection buddies who heard rumor of the convoy. Last they heard the convoy was still heading west. Cursing his luck Anthony kept going until he saw street signs for a city called Point Bordeaux.

Following a gut feeling Anthony followed said signs until he was finally off the main highway and on a little state route into the city. Even in the rain the city was beautiful. He easily compared it to New Orleans. As he pulled into the city proper he noticed a banner over the intersection advertising the Fairchild Rally. He had heard the name before. With his power half the electronics he touched were Fairchild Products. He didn't like their stance on hyperhumans or their shoddy products. He was sure there were plenty who shared his opinion. Human and hype alike, but fear was as easy tool to use. There would always be a Kowalski somewhere more scared and ignorant than most who used their own fear to beget more fear in the name of more ignorance. It almost made Anthony ashamed to be related to such fools, but he knew it wasn't their fault. One day he'd let them know and the whole world know not all hyperhumans were bad.

Following the banners to the city's center he found a parking garage near City Hall. Parking his Durango he got out walked to the tailgate. His truck had one of those hardtop bedcovers that opened like a trunk. Unlocking it and the tailgate he opened them and pulled out a messenger bag. Inside was a laptop and an assortment of odd pieces of hardware. He went nowhere by himself without it. Shouldering the bag he shut ans locked up his truck before walking towards the rally. Already there were tons of people present, and Anthony couldn't help but wonder just how many were hypes in disquise. Trying their best just to live normal lives among those who hate them. Then he wondered how many could there possibly be from the convoy. It wouldn't be a surprise if at least a few were there to represent the convoy. He luckily found himself an empty bench to park himself on. Pulling out his laptop he normally would have jacked in, but in a crowd like this he couldn't risk being caught. So he just used it like a normal person and began checking his underground networks for dirt about Fairchild Electronics.